Tristania - Libre

Music: Anders Høyvik Hidle & Einar Moen Lyrics: Kjartan Hermansen Encapsulate the night! wrap up the truth in candy-striped paper and throw us a blood-sodden torn and holey rotten through the core party I stand with you now, my friend My razor tongue is licking your rosy cheeks and battered ears I whisper sordid secrets that are neither true nor false I hold your hand in defiance Amplify your feeble voice against evil I hold your spine and shake most violently The silver light is overthrown Rejoice with me for we have denominated the devil (And I shall get to fulfil my own) When I die, I slay a hundred When I die, I raise a thousand Rejoice with me for we have denominated the devil (And I shall get to fulfil my own) Every bullet hole in our holy town is an orifice for me to rape every woman slain is my whore and every precious child crying a golden orb of fire I stand with you now, my friend I nibble at your earlobes till they bleed the truth divine Smear my name in their fearful faces I hold your hand in vengeance Your muffled words are a horrid choir across the sea This licking pyre cannot be douted by their tears