| 作曲 : Hvàll, Valfar | |
| Dressed in black with a pale expression, | |
| I attack the world with extreme satisfaction, | |
| I am the master, never more to be enslaved, | |
| Broken free from the chains that restrained my needs, | |
| There is time, but no time to waste, | |
| There are rules, but they seem to fade, | |
| I am the master of my own salvation, | |
| A black cloud of obscure creation, | |
| This new foundation, a new generation, | |
| Bottled up on misanthropic hate, | |
| A revolution, a new constitution, | |
| From real hatred, rather than blind fate, | |
| This new foundation, a new generation, | |
| Bottled up on misanthropic hate, | |
| Rebels in the face of conformity, | |
| Founders of the black new age, | |
| This is my life - | |
| This your hell - | |
| This is my exhibition - | |
| And it makes me well - | |
| What you can't stomach, you no longer can stop, | |
| You must eat your hatred or choke it up. | |
| All things must be broken down, | |
| Burned to ashes, bombed to the ground, | |
| A process og purification, where old mistakes are cremated, | |
| No carrier of infection will survive, | |
| No corrupted thoughts shall sound, | |
| The new empire has found its ground. |
| zuo qu : Hva ll, Valfar | |
| Dressed in black with a pale expression, | |
| I attack the world with extreme satisfaction, | |
| I am the master, never more to be enslaved, | |
| Broken free from the chains that restrained my needs, | |
| There is time, but no time to waste, | |
| There are rules, but they seem to fade, | |
| I am the master of my own salvation, | |
| A black cloud of obscure creation, | |
| This new foundation, a new generation, | |
| Bottled up on misanthropic hate, | |
| A revolution, a new constitution, | |
| From real hatred, rather than blind fate, | |
| This new foundation, a new generation, | |
| Bottled up on misanthropic hate, | |
| Rebels in the face of conformity, | |
| Founders of the black new age, | |
| This is my life | |
| This your hell | |
| This is my exhibition | |
| And it makes me well | |
| What you can' t stomach, you no longer can stop, | |
| You must eat your hatred or choke it up. | |
| All things must be broken down, | |
| Burned to ashes, bombed to the ground, | |
| A process og purification, where old mistakes are cremated, | |
| No carrier of infection will survive, | |
| No corrupted thoughts shall sound, | |
| The new empire has found its ground. |
| zuò qǔ : Hvà ll, Valfar | |
| Dressed in black with a pale expression, | |
| I attack the world with extreme satisfaction, | |
| I am the master, never more to be enslaved, | |
| Broken free from the chains that restrained my needs, | |
| There is time, but no time to waste, | |
| There are rules, but they seem to fade, | |
| I am the master of my own salvation, | |
| A black cloud of obscure creation, | |
| This new foundation, a new generation, | |
| Bottled up on misanthropic hate, | |
| A revolution, a new constitution, | |
| From real hatred, rather than blind fate, | |
| This new foundation, a new generation, | |
| Bottled up on misanthropic hate, | |
| Rebels in the face of conformity, | |
| Founders of the black new age, | |
| This is my life | |
| This your hell | |
| This is my exhibition | |
| And it makes me well | |
| What you can' t stomach, you no longer can stop, | |
| You must eat your hatred or choke it up. | |
| All things must be broken down, | |
| Burned to ashes, bombed to the ground, | |
| A process og purification, where old mistakes are cremated, | |
| No carrier of infection will survive, | |
| No corrupted thoughts shall sound, | |
| The new empire has found its ground. |
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