Satyricon The Age Of Nero 1. Commando 2. The Wolfpack 3. Black Crow On A Tombstone 4. Die by My Hand 5. My Skin Is Cold 6. The Sign Of The Trident 7. Last Man Standing 8. Den Siste Commando In the house of lords We control the movement Of your limbs There is endless beauty In the might that we possess Dragons are creatures Of (our) own imagination And dragons... Dragons breathe fire We throw stones in the water And see the waves That we create We push - Push hard Predatorial instinct, built for the kill Commando - Stones in the water Commando - The Age of Nero Keep looking for morning In the shelter of night (While) we renew our strength Transfusing my blood New layers to the core I am ready now As the world kneels We push - Push hard Predetorial instinct, built for the kill Commando - Stones in the water Commando - The Age of Nero The Wolfpack She's roaming free Tucked with a lifeline She's haunting me Rocked by the netherworld Consciously comes to me Down on her knees Painfully she moans indeed Rapidly aggressively Daggers shine and daggers kill Nightfall (the nights that gods can't undo) Chaos Alive (looking for the faith I had) Demonic (their faith brings me another battle) The Wolfpack Your path is lit Look for the alpha Drugged to the bone In the devils grip Consciously comes to me Down on her knees Painfully she moans indeed Rapidly aggressively Daggers shine and daggers kill Nightfall (the nights that gods can't undo) Chaos Alive (looking for the faith I had) Demonic (their faith brings me another battle) The Wolfpack Warcraft of the witch Ceremonial ritual This is the dream That came to follow me Nightfall (the nights that gods can't undo) Chaos Alive (looking for the faith I had) Demonic (their faith brings me another battle) The Wolfpack Black Crow On A Tombstone Hidden under its wings The darkness you wish to hide Bearer of ugly truths Grey... Somber morning Through blurry glass The black crow Here comes the messenger Found bringer of dark days Here comes the messenger Black crow on a tombstone Stare That reeks of death The posture Makes you tremble Here comes the messenger Found bringer of dark days Here comes the messenger Black crow on a tombstone (She'll) seek And find you Make you remember Here comes the messenger Found bringer of dark days Here comes the messenger Black crow on a tombstone Hidden under its wings The darkness you wish to hide Bearer of ugly truths On a grey Somber morning Through blurry glass The black crow Here comes the messenger Found bringer of dark days Here comes the messenger Black crow on a tombstone Die by My Hand They ride the winds Avoiding resistance Choosing not to fight Wanting to live To lie another day Pale figures in life And so in death... A painful existence Wanting so much Yearning to be You know you lose And I'm glad it hurts Die by my hand As close as you'll ever get Die by my hand Accept defeat and find peace You seek the truth That you define Waving the flag Of the pitiful (kind) You could never prepare For my battle cry Die by my hand As close as you'll ever get Die by my hand Accept defeat and find peace My Skin Is Cold My skin is cold and the birds fly free Over my head, where winter grows A heathens call, stand up or fall This world is yours, for you to rule This, the blood of sin Flows freely This, unstoppable force In the naked flesh My skin is cold - your skin is cold Black metal rock and a scent of leather And bloodstained gold With rain and wind come times of change, and dream come true I go with you, on the path we make This, the blood of sin Flows freely This, unstoppable force In the naked flesh My skin is cold - your skin is cold Snow covered mountain I gaze in awe Wondering who and what was here before I made my mark on that sacred soil This phoenix rose from a pit of pain This, the blood of sin Flows freely This, unstoppable force In the naked flesh My skin is cold - your skin is cold One nations man carrying the weight, of a peoples disgrace This is the turnaround! Driven by birthright and godsent will The time has come for you to rule This, the blood of sin Flows freely This, unstoppable force In the naked flesh My skin is cold - your skin is cold The Sign Of The Trident Axis of faith Raw, and untamed in spirit To do and undo... We chew this world And Spit it out Opinions rise and opinions fall At the end of days The trident stands tall With limitless range Illuminates all Answers to no one Certain and bold It makes us Stick to the cause The wear and tear Of agony stretched It makes us... It makes us stick to the cause The dustcloud left From a charging bull Broken bones and bridges burnt Fuck them all - It never stops The Sign of the Trident Stands paramount, eternal and tall With tears in our eyes Above them all Answers to no one Certain and bold It makes us Stick to the cause The wear and tear Of agony stretched It makes us... It makes us stick to the cause Nothing, no nothing can challenge this call Larger than life, soul and sound Of undying tribal war The cracking whip Held by and iron fist Determined and loyal A constellation of bright shining stars Answers to no one Certain and bold It makes us Stick to the cause The wear and tear Of agony stretched It makes us... It makes us stick to the cause Last Man Standing Death's raw warrior Enslaver of youth High-bound sorcerer Celebrated overlord Solidly... Monstrously... Last Man Standing! Unmasked emperor Scavenger and bait Wrathful conqueror Reverend and overlord Consciously... Destiny... Last Man Standing! Death's new warrior Powerful, not vain Newborn, not blind Celebrated overlord Victory... Proudly... Last Man Standing! Unmasked emperor Ready for more Shadowlain wanderer Reverend and overlord Den Siste I det stille Rom I det klare sinn Et nakent lerret Foran han En urørt mark Allmektighet Av riket stort Den siste var Allmektighet Endelig Vår siste stund En kjempes slag Det bor i han Et storslått hjerte Den siste kriger Som aldri ga seg Som skulle frem Den siste stund I naken drakt Nå står vi her På avgrunds mark Den siste dag Vi visste kom På moder jord Fordervet sjel Vrir sitt indre Fordømte barn Av Satans sol Du skynker For eget seil Forbannet vaere Ditt daue sinn Herre... Makt... Sett dem fri I storsinns tegn En langsom ferd For en herdet sjel Det ville seg Det måtte skje Naturens gang Allmektighet Av rike stort Den siste vår Allmektighet Endelig Vår siste stund En Kjempes slag Et skjaer av lys Som kaster håp På en fattig mann Som ikke vet Hva bor i han Et salig tegn På undergang Den siste stund I naken drakt Nå står vi her På avgrunds mark Den siste dag Naturens gang Vårt endelikt