Koldbrann — I Eklipsens Skimmer song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "I Eklipsens Skimmer" by Koldbrann.
Lyrics
Når dommens hammer faller
i sjelens høst
Tretten skritt mot intet
der Dødens klokker kimer
Fanget i et iskaldt kappløp
med livet som innsats og intet å vinne
Truende skyer, Cumulonimbus
styrter mot det ytre rom
Dit sinnet farer, der pendelen svinger
i uransakelige baner
Titanspir flerrer himmelen åpen
Låst i sikte av tektoniske våpen
Blindet av et Skimmer
fra hendelsens horisont
Neonglød over megapoler i korrosjon
Brennende vinder, aske og splintret glass
Dødens isotop, Strontium-90 i livets kilde
Svart energikrig, skitne missiler
Gammaalderens klimaks — Vitam Ad Nihil
Himmelfalne disipler
i total Eklipse
Der de slites som åtsler
mellom herreløse hunder
Usurpator av himmelrikets trone
Dødens sigill, Kontrakrist
I voldelige kast
i forrykket balanse
La den gamle verden revne
Fri fra tusen års fangenskap
Jerngribben sprer sine vinger
Hatets prosjektiler mot Tellus' buk
Fra hjertet av Khaos
som torner i skaperens side
English
When the hammer of judgment falls
in the soul’s autumn
Thirteen steps to nothing
Where the Death bells toll
Caught in an ice cold race
with life at stake and nothing to win
Threatening clouds, Cumulonimbus
descend towards outer space
Where the mind races, where the pendulum swings
in mysterious ways
Titan spires crack the sky open
Locked on target by tectonical weapons
Blinded by a Shimmer
from the event horizon
Neon glow over megapolises in corrosion
Burning winds, ashes and shattered glass
Isotope of Death, Strontium-90 into the source of life
Black energy war, dirty missiles
Climax of the gamma age — Vitam Ad Nihil
Overwhelmed disciples
in total Eclipse
Where they are ripped as carrions
between dogs without masters
Usurper of the heavenly throne
The seal of Death, counter-christ
In violent throws
in disturbed balance
Let the old world rupture
Free from thousand years in captivity
The Iron Vulture speads its wings
Projectiles of hate towards the bowels of Tellus
From the heart of Khaos
as thorns in the maker’s side
Lyrics translation
When the hammer of judgment falls
in the fall of the soul
Thirteen Steps towards nothingness
where death watches chimes
Caught in a freezing race
with life as efforts and nothing to gain
Threatening clouds, Cumulonimbus
rushes towards outer space
There the mind dangers, where the pendulum swings
in inscrutable orbits
Titanium Spire multilevel sky open
Locked in sight of tectonic weapons
Blinded by a shimmer
from the horizon of events
Neon glow over megapoles in corrosion
Burning winds, ash and splintered glass
Isotope of death, Strontium-90 in the source of life
Black Energy war, dirty missiles
Gamma age climax-Vitam Ad Nihil
Ascension disciples
in total eclipse
Where they wear like carrion
between stray dogs
Usurpator of the throne of the kingdom of heaven
Sigill of Death, Counter-Grist
In violent throws
in indignant balance
Let the Old World burst
Free from a thousand years of captivity
The Iron Vulture spreads its wings
Hat projectiles against Tellus ' belly
From the heart of Khaos
as thorns in the side of the creator
English
When the hammer of judgment falls
in the soul's autumn
Thirteen steps to nothing
Where the Death bells customs
Caught in an ice cold race
with life at stake and nothing to win
Threatening clouds, Cumulonimbus
descend towards outer space
Where the mind races, where the pendulum swings
in mysterious ways
Titan spires crack the sky open
Locked on target by tectonical weapons
Blinded by a Shimmer
from the event horizon
Neon glow over megapolises in corrosion
Burning winds, ashes and shattered glass
Isotope of Death, Strontium-90 into the source of life
Black energy war, dirty missiles
Climax of the gamma age-Vitam Ad Nihil
Overwhelmed disciples
in total Eclipse
Where they are ripped as carrions
between dogs without masters
Usurper of the heavenly throne
The seal of Death, counter-christ
In violent throws
in disturbed balance
Let the old world rupture
Free from thousand years in captivity
The Iron Vulture speads its wings
Projectiles of hate towards the bowels of Tellus
From the heart of Khaos
as thorns in the maker’s side