Satyricon - Possessed Lyrics
Mourning the decayBitter ungodly enemycast into heavy woeLeft in the corner of the world (we are possessed)Out of the maze, with clearsight - at the brink of one's abyssOut of the maze, with clearsight - cold eyes at the worldOut of the maze, with clearsight - disbelief and scornOut of the maze, with clearsight - not poisoned by your fraud (we are possessed)The realisation of the positionNo longer vunerableHaving played the music no one could understandSerenade to the devil's den - He, the final frontier!Defaming judgementupon the starving soulsmourning self-made pestilenceCannon fodder for theapocalypseA haunt for every unclean spiritLord of the flies or kingdom of deathCircle the prey, show them your eyes,they bear witness of centuries of mightPredecessor who blessed us with gracein sempiternal fightExcessive aggression -Fire is the definite sign of rebirth!The elder's electrons channeled through youcarried by thy night SupremacyBorn to win this battle, defeat is the tongueof the whore
