It's been posted by the user
Mannaz230 about a year ago, so, just for it to don't get lost, I'll post again. Thank this guy, I don't know shit about swedish.
Genever
Me and the whore have arrived at the cabin. Ever since I,
a spring day years ago, discovered the cabin I’ve had the
feeling that I was going to commit evil deeds here.
While she lies tied up on the cold hardwood floor I stand
outside, breathing the chilly air. She’s completely exhausted.
The last day she hasn’t even wept – but I’m in complete
harmony and will settle my score with life.
During that night the first snow fell and it remained.
I find myself smiling when I think about the beauty
of blood in snow. My contact with the girl began with
letters. Ah! I wrote so passionately to her that I
could hardly believe the words were my own. How I fooled her!
I think about the cautious, shy replies she initially sent
me and I’m filled with nostalgia. I enter the cabin and sit
down to simply look at her. She’s vulnerability incarnate,
and now I know what fear mixed with arousal smells like.
Her eyes express pain and despair but she hasn’t got
the courage to even move. I know that the pest has wet
herself and I know that the excrement will soon follow?
My only purpose is her death. But I won’t steal her life –
that honour is reserved for the forest.
I pat her on the head and calmly explain to her that I’m
going to let her go, and while I cut the ropes I spot a
glimpse of hope in her eyes. But before she’s allowed to
leave the cabin, with antagonist and stench, I cut a
moderately deep gash in the soles of the girl’s feet.
From her toe to her heel.
“Go now!”
She hurries, limping, out into the twilight and disappears.
I don’t think she’ll make it home. I sit down, listening to the
crackling of the fire with a glass of Genever and heel the
wellbeing spread through my brain and body. Looking
out through the window at the dance of the northern lights,
I wonder if I can track her down tomorrow morning?
I suppose I could just follow the smell
Ha ha ha!
Ravenlord - 2001
Ett förlorat barn (A Lost Child)
My minds eye has for a brief second opened
And been exposed to the darkness of eternity
And it tore and devastated during this moment
A frail soul for time and eternity
I have for ten years. Ten cursed years
Been balancing next to a fascinating chasm
And I dare not throw myself down
I’ll never again long for the sky
My nemesis lurks beyond the blue
I’m focusing inwards, to the centre, Origo
My downcast gaze embalms my soul
So, curious children, don’t look for too long
Or too deep skywards
I tried to understand and become greater than God
And eternity swallowed me whole
I’m firmly convinced that the blue of the sky
- The dreaded blue -
Is the colour of death
And eternity, death, God and blue
Are synonymous, the same phenomenon
So I hate God as I hate the blue
The eternal blue that I tried to grasp
Melkor – 2005
Tankeväckande självömkan (Thought-Provoking Self-Pity)
Lactose poisons Romulus and Remus while a construction
takes form. Corpses, stacked like hexagrams gives history an
infected wound. Towers upon towers of heavenly meat. Liars,
preachers and promoters, all wind up on the same pole.
Vaginal tissue, uncompleted membranes drip. I want to forgive.
I want (to confess) their simple, frail shells contorted in the
orgasmic shivers of uncompletition. Now I caress their ----------
as if I was drying them from the wetness of a bath.
they are all my righteous daughters and I will for them
represent fatherly care and reliability. They all play their
innocent, confounding games on the adult mind.
Are they aware of the collision with my critical self?
A multitude of, sexually unaware, inviting holes are stroked
by soap and hands in an ignorant sexual dance.
I want to bless all the volatile bodies and glorify every smile and
gesture they bestow on me. I want to slap their cheeks –
sweetly coloured by relative humiliation.
All these years with the wounds of self-pity – between the thighs
of sympathy – Find an end, and that which happened is granted no
human tears. We might spare you a thought one day, with our minds
submerged in clay. Then, perhaps, we might get you to realise
your weak ingredient in the nothingness of everything.
Melkor / Ravenlord – 2002
A Love Story
Hello, girl. I’m sitting here at a distance, watching you – admiring
you. I’ve been watching you for a while now and you give my
stomach butterflies, the way it feels when you’re falling in love with
someone. In love.
I don’t think you’ve seen me yet. You should know how you shine.
Radiate as you sit in the glow of the sun. I blush as I think about
holding you in my arms. Spring awakens scents that make my head
swim as I watch you live (play) so calmly in your own world.
I take a sip from my beer and fantasize about what you smell like.
Surely I could walk up and quickly bend down to smell your little head.
you would probably not even notice me. Its so fantastical to see this
cute sweetness. Most of the things in my life as a 24-year old are dull
and deadly monotonous. But then I discover you!
I wonder what your name is and what you ate for breakfast.
Now, just now, you squinted against the sun with a golden smile all
over your perfect face. You, girl – you make me happy in this brief
moment. You have no idea. You just sit there.
How beautiful your hair is, and the dress – pink with flowers –
fits you perfectly. I want to show you the forest, hold your dirt little hand in mine. Letting you ask me different things and I’d answer with
love in my heart. I almost feel like crying when I’m writing this.
The tears are there. I’m there! I don’t know how to express myself,
but I would like to get to know you. You’re so much younger than
me. When we’re in the forest it gets darker and I’ll give you my
heat. You’ll feel a bit scared of the dark and I’ll comfort you.
Then you surrender to me. Will I ever be a father?
Will you ever be a mother?
All of this is for you. More than anything I’d like to run up to you
and hug you as hard as I can and roll around with you on the ground.
Girl, we’ll laugh and I’ll look deep into your eyes and while all my questions are answered with a childish, sensual gaze you fade down – fade away…
All the anxiety, all the despair and resignation I’ve ever felt with a liberating
“I like you”. Your body speaks to me, but I’m probably misunderstanding it.
I love you!
Written by Emil E. for WoI
Tvåfaldig vikt är en styggelse för herren
(Differing Weights are an Abomination for the Lord)
I want to injure you. There are so many different ways for me to hurt you.
I would gladly make use of each way. Let us age while your torture
goes on without pause. Now you’re sitting here, where I want you.
Oh, during all these long, slow years that have passed my hatred for
you has been corrosive. When I’ve felt that I didn’t dare or maybe…
You infuriate me just by sitting there with your bloated body and
stupid face that appears to be trying to calm me down.
There is nothing you can do now, you freak, nothing at all.
You’re pathetic. You don’t even realise you’re here.
Do the ropes hurt, you fat bastard?
I tied you up as hard as I could.
You reek of sweat, you scum. Your stupid face is so aggravating.
Soon I’ll have to beat your fleshy face to a pulp.
I’ll use a moderately heavy iron pipe – its lying at my feet.
This night I will take my vengeance.
Just imagine all the hatred and vindictiveness that has
built up during the years. Then try to imagine the most
painful way to die. And then understand the hell I will
force upon you, swine!
I’ll decide whether you will get to die or not.
Feel the chill of the gun barrel as I slide it against your
sweaty forehead and down to your fat neck.
I almost get an erection when I imagine a bullet penetrating you.
Perhaps your thick thigh, straight through, so you’ll scream like a pig
ready for slaughter. Though no one would like a product with so
much fat.
Damn, how you stink. Does fear stink so? Or is it regret?
Whatever you’re feeling, its too late now. You’ve put yourself in
this situation. And I wish from the depth of the universe that your
struggle with death will be exceedingly long.
Every minute I’ve felt disgusted by you will be repaid with a
life time of unbelievable pain.
Do you feel the razor blade, its pretty sharp, huh?
I’ll let the blade dance across your head.
Its so beautiful to see the blood pour out from the thin cut.
As if the blood was trapped in your thick head.
From there the blade goes across the eyebrow, reducing
your vision. I put more pressure on it and “ow ow”.
Your right nostril is separated.
And then over your thick lips so the blood covers half
your face. You try to scream. Bubbles of bloody saliva
form from your maniacal whimpering.
It tickles within me when I see your thick neck
with nervously pumping veins
So willingly, so gladly would I open you up.
A cut in the rail of life and I’ll see your stupid humanity
fade away - bleed away. I hate you!
I know that you, somewhere in the body of fat, have
a penis. A shameful cock that averts blushing eyes.
That penis must go.
Removed while you’re still alive.
I’ll mutilate you both before and after your death and I’m
letting you know that. I’ll enjoy that!
I wonder how long it takes for a person to bleed to death
just by cuts to the face? Here I go. First, I’m going to pull
out your teeth, then your nails, gouge your eyes, burst your
eardrums, pulverise your testicles, crush your kneecaps,
snap your jaw, break your back and all of your ribs.
Now its getting clear to me how I’m going to kill you.
I’ll punch your heart until it stops.
Satan, if this victim has a soul, catch!
Catch!
Ravenlord – 2003
Epigram
Don’t cling to me anymore. Your flaccid opinions try to force
themselves into my injured back. Take your false tone and
persevere until the truth is exposed.
The blade of your dagger is too short. Irritating, not wounding.
Outside the snow is firm and patient.
Idiotic sunlight tries to shift the climate and the balance but
the attempts are in vain, ha ha!
The darkness persists and its clarity is appreciated.
My grin is mixed with tragical comedy and disgust when
I see your loss of teeth, concentration, nails and personality.
You’ve always been well dressed and courteous but
the face of formality is covered in pink / purple stretch marks
as if lost tapeworms and pinworms had territorial battles
beneath your skin. You live and seem prosperous.
Is it me who’s broken when I can’t understand why you won’t
see how passé, distracted and mediocre you are?
Wounds – plasters – bleeding – bandages
You weigh my shoulders down, my back is aching,
my steps grow heavy. A backpack if burdens, grown
into my own skin. A bitter load of self-blasphemy and insight.
My skull is opened, exposed. Wet from acetone.
The priest lights the match and closes in on the target.
The heart wasn’t beating but the brain was still thinking.
The face was distorted by rigor-mortis
and a long-awaited sleep ensued.
Ravenlord – 2005
Metamorfos (Metamorphosis)
I cut through my layers. Layers of pretentions
Of masques and disguises. Prestige and pride
I’m exposing my core. An infected nucleus
Radiating like the evening star
It blinds and burns but the light is black
And the fire so cold, so cold that it burns
It engulfs and rebuilds in an eternal reaction
Changing what I was but treacherously slowly
What would I be in five hundred years in this cold mutation?
I don’t want to know. I don’t even want to know
But I can never return to the light
And warmth and joy that I miss so
Melkor -2004
Kroppen var mitt fängelse (My Body Was My Prison)
Just as the noise rattles my head the worst.
Just as the sharp beams of whore light attack my senses.
Just as the balance is failing and the vision flickers.
Just as the breathing gets jerky and the heart rate uneven.
Then I feel the circular saw, rondel and belt sander.
A myriad of hardened, razor sharp teeth that grinningly torture.
What is evil?
I like the word.. can you define it? .. can I?
Rain is beautiful but it makes you sad.
Light a candle and keep it under your coat
Every single impulse of pain multiplies incestuously.
314 leather straps of Christ restrain my body.
I was with them just now. I accepted the boredom.
but I felt no danger, no threat.
I was the “silent one”. Now they’re laughing.
Anencefalics united in pathetic idiocy.
What is evil?
I like the word.. can you define it? .. can I?
Rain is beautiful but it makes you sad.
Light a candle and keep it under your coat
Sometimes I believe I see little girls clapping their hands
While the thunder rumbles.
Sometimes I think I see a rain of blood and sperm
hit their red cheeks.
Sometimes I think I see God’s uncontoured form
descend his finger of warning.
Sometimes I feel the utmost conviction of how our Lord Satan
hugs me in my tethered existence.
What is evil?
I like the word.. can you define it? .. can I?
Rain is beautiful but it makes you sad.
Light a candle and keep it under your coat
I have a long way to go, but so far I’ve been wandering the ditch below.
I don’t know how to get up yet, but I feel an unholy presence.
Oh, darkness!
The Devil’s comforting and frightening darkness of hell.
The straps are loosened, white doves explode, laughter is replaced
by millions of unisonant death sighs.
Beyond understand – beyond vocabulary.
Something huge is coming and I’m part of evolution,
I’m part of the eternity of eternity. Four crucifictions,
four friends are forever undone… Truth, lie, time and space,
they hang their heads at one another.
And beyond the dimming/falling stars a malignant smile can
(not) be seen. The grin of Satan looks nice.
Play the symphony!
Ravenlord - 2005
If I find the translated lyrics for any other music or album I will post here.
Bye.
Related Artists:
Lifelover,
Forgotten Woods,
Shining,
Hypothermia,
Den Saakaldte,
Trist,
Arckanum,
Armagedda,
Joyless
Hypothermia
