Satyricon The Forest Is My Throne Front cover shows Satyr, the winter of 92/93 Handwriting by Frost, design by Satyr and the Union of Lost Souls Music composed by Satyr 1992 Lyrics by Satyr 1992 Except track 4, music and lyrics 1995 Tracks 1,2 & 3 recorded 27th & 28th of march 1993, track 4 recorded the 15th & 17th of october 1995 All in the ancient spectre ruins at skoklefald Satyr - string and nocturnal voice Frost - battery (p) & (c) Satyr music/Satyricon fog 009 Well something had to be done sooner or later with these songs. This is the original recording of our second demo, which marked the beginning of the developement of our music. The first one was with a different line up and is not interesting at all. With only me left as a fulltime member from our first line up I found a new drummer and prepared for recording new material. Influencing me at the time was not only the magic of the night but also the old bands who contributed to the beginning of the music genre - black metal. If you don't understand what kind of bands I'm talking about, I guess there's no reason for you reading any further. "The Night Of The Triumphator" was recorded as a bonus track to pay our tribute to some of those bands. This time was an important period for the band and although the material is not representative for what we have done later and will do in the future, this was a perfect start for the "new" Satyricon. The demand for these songs has been tremendous and we like them very much ourselves, therefore we decided to make them available. One behalf of Satyricon Satyr Black Winds Summon thy hidden wisdom, gather the unholy hate Winter is at hand, frozen my tears will be Created by blasphemy The edge of my sword, the powers of my mind Winter is at hand, as two torches blaze in the dark A warrior dressed in black, granted eternal life Black winds blow my hair, as the voice of the night Whispers my name Blackened ground, misty sound Hear the call for war, the master calling his Warriors to explore by the sign of the horns As the dawn arises the souls of a thousand Young men shall go wild As the fire shines into the night they're sitting by The campfires awaiting the dawn The Forest Is My Throne Through years of knowledge, man rode the wings of evil Through the enormous winter, three years without summer Prepared for the battles of the north I sat on my throne and watched between The skies of a cold northern light Knowing this was my ground, but those who turned their backs Against my throne, only got my sword on their back! I rose from my throne, and walked away with the wind Through centuries of weakness Only the strong follow me, on my crusade of darkness In this land where the forest is my throne I have come to re-hunt The Night Of The Triumphator Come come infernal war awake beasts of hell free yourself from the chains that have been holding you for 666 years We await sodomy and destruction It is the night of the triumphator (starts the burning of heaven) On this night in the pentagrams power we shoot the angels down from the sky (and we) sodomize the dirty whores of babylon... on christian ground On this night we torture the betrayers Night night holy night of the triumphator (rape the nuns, hang the priests, cut the throat of the crying christians) Typed in by Fabio G.