BAND NAME: Skald In Veum
GENRE: Unblack Metal
STATUS: Active
LOCATION: Sweden
Lineup:
Mund - Vocals
Zhajiin - Guitars, Bass
Resh - Guitars, Drums
Heth - Lyrics, Ideological Concept
Links:
Discography:
Inferno (single, February 26, 2015, SkyBurnsBlack Records) (Digital)
1. Inferno 6:35
Through the nine circles of hell,
Where each punishment is self-conceived,
Where the damned dwell, driven by their needs.
Paradox of mankind and the law,
I am myself a villain, judge and the one who wields the sword.
Here I tread in the footsteps of ancient poets,
Knowing what is right but unable to uphold it.
Here dwells the lost, plagued by a thirst for a God they do not know.
Not evil but mortal, ash and flesh, unable to walk the bridge of spirits.
Inferno through the gate, Inferno hope no more.
Minus one and falling, deeper in the darkness we spawn.
Hurled about in the storms of passions,
Blind in the darkness of self.
Minus two and falling, towards the abysmal deep.
Inferno purge my soul, Inferno fear no more.
Gluttons like hogs in filthy mud.
Minus three and falling, dropping to the cold.
Greed and anger, they fuel the fires of their pyres.
Heretics burning in open graves they dug and kindled.
Men of violence and evil, boiling the the blood of wrath.
The self-indulgent, the violent and malicious,
Lost in the burning desert, hounds on their trail.
I found myself within a forest dark.
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.
Oh crooked tree, "Not man, man once I was."
Minus four, five, six, and seven,
Falling to the frauds who sell us heaven,
Selling what no man can buy.
Buying what can only be given, deceivers and deceived.
Minus eight and falling to the lowest of the low.
The traitors, those who stab their friends in the back:
Do you betray the master with a kiss?
Minus nine and falling, to my knees.
Falling into the purgatory repentance,
For the truth shall set us free.
The path is over the mountain, Sinai under Golgotha.
Inferno, son of man.
Inferno save my soul.
Inferno, I am yours.
Inferno set me free.
1260 Days (EP)
October 30, 2015, Rottweiler Records (CD, Digital)
October 30, 2015, SkyBurnsBlack Records (Digital)
1. Ravens Over Lübenholz (Intro) 0:42
2. Drunk With Tainted Blood 4:21
When you arise to devour this world,
With your heads and horns, know this:
You lost your life the day you were born.
I was born the day I died.
I die upon my sword rather than bow my knees.
I am but a mortal but unlike you,
I am fireproof in this armour of blood and truth.
I know that you will rise from the dead,
But I would kill you anyway just for the pleasure of the deed.
If God will get me close enough,
I will let my blade drink your filthy blood.
I will be the Milos Obilic of the latter days.
He who kills with the sword must die upon the sword, I know.
But I am from the bloodline of the gentile foreskin and all,
I'd rather bleed than fade.
A noble death is a treasure.
You buy it with your last drop of blood.
Samson sold his life for the price,
Of threescore times a hundred of the foes.
If I could die like him in a good age,
I would pass with an eternal smile upon my face.
Beyond the days I will see you burn,
Nothing by a friend nephilim in fire and brimstone.
Know that day that I am fireproof in this armour that you refused.
3. Inferno 6:32
Through the nine circles of hell,
Where each punishment is self-conceived,
Where the damned dwell, driven by their needs.
Paradox of mankind and the law,
I am myself a villain, judge and the one who wields the sword.
Here I tread in the footsteps of ancient poets,
Knowing what is right but unable to uphold it.
Here dwells the lost, plagued by a thirst for a God they do not know.
Not evil but mortal, ash and flesh, unable to walk the bridge of spirits.
Inferno through the gate, Inferno hope no more.
Minus one and falling, deeper in the darkness we spawn.
Hurled about in the storms of passions,
Blind in the darkness of self.
Minus two and falling, towards the abysmal deep.
Inferno purge my soul, Inferno fear no more.
Gluttons like hogs in filthy mud.
Minus three and falling, dropping to the cold.
Greed and anger, they fuel the fires of their pyres.
Heretics burning in open graves they dug and kindled.
Men of violence and evil, boiling the the blood of wrath.
The self-indulgent, the violent and malicious,
Lost in the burning desert, hounds on their trail.
I found myself within a forest dark.
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.
Oh crooked tree, "Not man, man once I was."
Minus four, five, six, and seven,
Falling to the frauds who sell us heaven,
Selling what no man can buy.
Buying what can only be given, deceivers and deceived.
Minus eight and falling to the lowest of the low.
The traitors, those who stab their friends in the back:
Do you betray the master with a kiss?
Minus nine and falling, to my knees.
Falling into the purgatory repentance,
For the truth shall set us free.
The path is over the mountain, Sinai under Golgotha.
Inferno, son of man.
Inferno save my soul.
Inferno, I am yours.
Inferno set me free.
4. Eden Raped 5:04
Let your tears flow like a river, from the abyss of sorrow.
Let your lamentation rise to the sky, smoke and stench.
Woe to the earth, the Garden of Eden is raped.
Under a blackened sky lustful fires dance.
Hordes of tanks like the scarabs of the unholy tombs by the Nile.
Pillars of darkness upholds the sky.
Mother earth is ravaged by the children she bore.
Dishonoured she pukes in disgust and shivers like in fever.
Screaming to God for salvation and relief.
The Garden of Eden is raped.
5. Until My Head Rolls 4:38
Mystery of Deity, the incarnated beckons me.
From the abyss of ages past,
You call to me and with broken voice I roar:
"Place me at thy right hand and count me among thy saints."
I will spread my wings and die with barrels smoking and my feet soaked in sordid blood.
With your cross on my banner, with your holy wounds ever present in my heart,
With the pain of birth, not of rotting death.
Let me die the death of one standing on his feet.
A martyr of freedom in a world of bondage.
Let me hold my ground until my head rolls upon it,
My eyes fixed upon the sky until you come upon it as the fire on Mount Carmel.
Let that be the day when we draw swords together.
Let that be the day when we draw breath together.
Live once and die forever, or die once and live forever?
I have made my choice.
Should I fade I pray: "Call me with the trumpet on the final day."
6. Siaren 6:15
Herren skall foröda jorden, Han skall lågga den öde härja dess yta.
Öde och forödd blir jorden, harjad dess yta.
Skövlad och plundrad.
Detta är vad Herren har talat.
Vi alg förråder!
Forradare förråder!
Forradare förråder!
Jag forgås,
Forradare förråder!
Jorden har vanhelgats av dem som dar bor,
Måttet är rägat, kalken är full,
Cirkeln är skingrad I stoft.
Borta är tamburinernas ljud, det är slut med fest och glam.
Borta är lyrans soner.
Ingen sjunger vid dryckeslag,
Vinet har en bitter smak.
Du drog din skonhet I smutsen.
Stridslysten (album, April 12, 2019, Rottweiler Records) (CD, 12" Vinyl, Digital)
1. Stridslysten 3:56
Turn my eyes from the world.
Darkness and murder, stupidity and flair.
It makes me averse and ready for battle.
Ready to bloody my sword.
He made me into a hammer,
And the world is an anvil.
He has forged me into an axe,
And the world is a tree.
Truth does not fear death,
For truth can never die.
Truth has become a torch and an axe,
In my hand to cut down Yggdrasil,
And set the world ablaze.
Contentious, a horse of war.
Contentious, a blazing fire.
Contentious, a raging plague.
Contentious, the desire for battle.
Truth is the name I am given.
Truth is a fire.
Truth cannot assume.
Truth cannot believe.
Truth cannot bargain.
The truth is enough in itself.
Do not think I came with peace,
I have come with the sword.
Do not think I can be bought with gold,
I scoff at glitter and flair.
Contentious, a horse of war.
Contentious, a vehement flame.
Contentious, a raging plague.
Contentious, the desire for war.
Truth has become a sledgehammer,
That burns in my hand.
To crush the Tower of Babel,
And grind it to dust.
Truth does not fear death,
For truth can never die.
Do not think I came with peace,
I have come with the sword.
Do not think I can be bought with gold,
I scoff at glitter and flair.
Contentious, a horse of war.
Contentious, a burning flame.
Contentious, a roaring fire!
Contentious, the desire for war.
2. As Wolves Among Sheep 5:47
Heaven has not tears to suffice,
For all that is done under the sun.
In the heartland of the faith, the hordes of the false prophet,
Sevenfold accursed to plague the children of God.
These are the days of tribulation.
The throne of Satan stands erect.
These are the days for action, not for empty words.
And even words seem too much.
To ask of Christians in the west.
Not able to speak out against the sin in the midst of the Church.
A sword to right the wrongs has become,
A blunt artifact in the hands of the lame.
Our own western tribulation comes from within.
Emptiness and depravity.
A nation of infirmity, drowning our guilt in drugs,
While pleasure turns to ashes in our mouths.
Faith has become an equivalent to slander.
Searching for conspiracies and deceit.
Renewing the fables of old.
Distrusting the rule of our God.
You are not Him.
He has not forgotten us.
It is written, it shall stand.
These are the days of tribulation.
The throne of Satan stands erect.
Raise your heads, He is near, outside the door.
Will you let Him in?
He is but a word away.
Oh, Kingdom come.
3. En Lyra Döpt I Blod 5:00
4. Do What Thou Wilt 5:48
"Love God and do what thou wilt!"
These are the words of St. Augustine
For when you truly love, your will is bound to the Lord
"What I will, I do not"
"What I will not, I do"
These are the words of St. Paul
For the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak
Twisted and corrupt
"Love God and do what thou wilt"
If I only could
If I only could!
What I will, I do not!
What I will not, I do!
Who will set me free from this
Undead abomination of my rotting flesh?
Adam the first?
Food for the maggots
Father of ashes, he of the earth?
Prince dethroned!
He of the carnal birth!
God be praised!
There is no condemnation for those who are in Christ
Do what thou wilt
"Love God and do what thou wilt"
These are the words of my ideal
Who will set me free from this
Undead abomination of my rotting flesh?
God be praised!
There's no condemnation for us who are in Christ!
In His righteousness, we are enshrouded
In His court, we are enthroned!
By spirit alone, not by might
His righteousness is sufficient...
Endless, and divine
The mediator, liberator
The star in the east
The king of kings
And prince of peace!
5. Goatwhore 4:05
Perversions elevated
To the state of religion
It was, and is and shall be no more
In ancient days
Women on their knees
Mounted by goats
The sehirrim of the wastelands
Demons of Azazel
These days we repeat
Such filth with pride
Perversions elevated
To the state of state religion
Marching through the gates of every city
All shall bow
Like in the days of the mad king
White light broken up in colours
Distorted under the veil of good
What was is, and shall not be
The city is a sewer
It floods the streets with filth
Only the promise
Keeps the flood of Noah at bay
In ancient days
A flood washed all sinners away
What was, and is, and shall yet be
A cross was risen
On a hill in the midst of time and space
A sacrifice to God
A sacrifice of God
God sacrificed
In these days, a flood of God's own blood
To wash away all sin
And spare the life of sinners
Spare the life of sinners
Leave the blood filth
Step into the white
Step into the light
Goatwhore no more
Goatwhore no more
6. Shards Of The Infernal Fall 4:07
7. Tvinsot (Siaren II) 6:09
Den starke shall bli
Til blånor
Och hans verk till en gnista
Tillsammans skall de brinna
I en eld som ingen kan släcka
De stolta måste sänka blicken
Människans högmod skall kuvas
Herren
Ensam triumferar
Man säger till er
Fråga de dödas andar
Så talar de för vilka ingen gryning finns
Vad skall ni göra på räfstens dag när förödelsen kommer från fjärran?
Till vem skall ni fly för att få hjälp?
Tvinsot
Tvinsot under prakten
Men herren är våran räddning
Jublande öser ni vatten ur frälsningens källor
Herren
Ensam triumferar
Han bådar upp sina invigda
Han mönstrar sin här
O öde land, palats som en gång var
Gast och schakal
Ödeläggelsens natt
Klagorop och förödelse
Jag vill låta mina tårar skölja över er
Ingen lindring finns för smärten
Låt mig vara, jag måste få gråta
Försök inte trösta mig nar mitt folk går under
Månen skall blygas solen skall blekna
Herre din hand är lyft
Men de ser det inte
Jorden skall blotta det blod som spillts
Och inte längre
Dölja de dräpta
Cadavra innumera vero
Den dagen skall det stora hornet ljuda
Och alla skall komma
Att förstå
Budskapet
Blir en fasa
Landet sörjer och förtvinar
Nu gör jag något nytt
Det spirar redan
Märker ni det inte?
Märker ni det inte?
Jag gör en väg i öknen
Stigar i ödemarken
Jag frambringar vatten i öknen
Floder i ödemarken
8. Whoremaster 3:32
There is no rest for the wicked
The struggle is from within
There is no peace to be had in the denial of sin
Where nature is revealed
You crave confusion
You are no one without your war
Whoremaster and whore
Where there is peace, you conjure conflicts from the air
Where there is food, you starve your flesh
Whoremaster
Warmongler
Intellectual effeminate
Bent on imminent disaster
Spawn by your hate
In your wealth you are poor
Who can fathom the crooked ways of man
Whoremaster and whore
Dogs of war
You give all your freedom away
Someone's bitch, someone's slave
You don't know no other way to be
You'd rather die in bondage than learn how to live free
Whoremaster
The decline of the west
You get the rapes for free
But sure as Hell, you pay for the rest
You bite the wallet and bend over for rectal intrusion
By the tower of Babylon that you made
And the ones who stand line are the guardians you paid
Whoremaster
You bite your tongue
And gouge your eyes
To blind yourself from the truth that you despise
Whoremaster
Warmongler
Intellectual effeminate
Bent on imminent disaster
Spawn by your hate
Whoremaster
You make virtue out of vice
Whoremaster
Born once, dying twice
Whoremaster
Emissary of lies
Whoremaster
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