Mother North + Mourning Palace

SatyriconMother North

Sincer sa fiu, pentru mine aceasta melodie reprezinta Imnul prin excelenta a BM-ului…alaturi de The Mourning Palace a lui Dimmu Borgir (infinita dezbatere ca Enthrone Darkness Triumphant + Dimmu Borgir nu e BM, ca nu e tr00, ca nu e kvlt, ca nu e underground, ca nu e etc, etc… nu ma intereseaza).

Aceste doua piese au in ele tot ceea ce trebuie sa aiba o melodie de BM: epicitate, depresie, existentialism, realitate vs. idealism ideologic-religios (ma refer in special la crestinism si in special la “The Mournig Palace”). Si imi vin in minte (si) multe din piesele de la Moëvöt…Mogoutre… Disperarea umana nu are limite…si nici medicament!

Mother North

Mother north – how can they sleep while their beds are burning ?
Mother north – your fields are bleeding

Memories…The invisible wounds
pictures that enshrine your throne (gone?)

A Future benighted still they are blind
Pigeonhearted beings of flesh and blood
keeps closing their eyes for the dangers that threat…ourselves and our nature
And that is why
they all enrage me

Sometimes in the dead of the night i mesmerize my soul
Sights and visions prophecies and horror
they all come in one

Mother north – united we stand (together we walk)
Phantom north – I’ll be there when you hunt them down

Mourning Palace

Daylight has finally reached it’s end
As evenfall strikes into the sky
Far away in the dark glimpsing moonlight
Sickening souls cry out in pain

Whispering voices summoning screams
Waiting for Satan to bless their sins
Blackhearted angels fallen from grace
Possessed by the search for utter darkness

Hear the cries from the Mourning Palace
Feel the gloom of restless spirits
Hear the screams from the Mouring Palace
Feel the doom of haunting chants

Eternal is their lives in misery
Eternal is their lives in grief
Abandoned in a void of nothingness
A chain of anger, a fetter of despair

In this garden of depraved beings
This unsacred place of helpless ones
Satan blessed the creatures
Inswathed them in endless night

Whispering voices, summoning screams
Waiting for Satan to bless their sins
Blackhearted angels fallen from grace
Possessed by the search for utter darkness