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The backbone of this track is very old. Aside from the first and the last riff, the middle part (only a few years old) and the "verse" which is completely new. The main riffing and initial identity of the song is really ancient! Originally more in the vain of such progressive Speed Metal bands as Mekong Delta. It was hard to find a matching arrangement to the riffing until I rearranged the song into Speed/Black Metal This has been sort of a lyrical adventure. See, I couldn't come up with either storyline or bits of lyrics for the song. Suddenly I got a rather different idea while reading a poem by Lord Byron called "To Woman" which were describing a certain fascinating aspect of how female nature works on men. Somehow it spoke quite directly in accordance to my own experiences. So I just thought of using the whole poem for lyrics to the song. It stayed recorded with those words for a couple of months until rest of the album started taking form. I then realised that I had to rework the lyrics for this specific song but since one particular part of the poem fitted so excellently I decided to keep it and only come up with words around that little excerpt. |
 Det Svek som tär min Kropp isär De Lidelser i slöjor Lust Beklär En Blick från Ovan skänker mig mitt mod Från andra sidan där jag stod Jag såg hur Djävulen kom fram Och sen tilltalade mig vid namn Ur ögon svarta sipprar Själens glöd Och i min famn ligger Hon död För Hennes liv och Hennes kropp Ger min själ evigt hopp "How throbs the pulse when first we view The eye that rolls in glossy blue Or sparkels black, or mildly throws A beam from under hazel brows! How quick we credit every oath And hear her plight the willing troth! Fondly we hope 'twill last for aye When lo! She changes in a day" (Lord Byron) Jag ser och hör mycket mer när kärleken dör Där Satans horor smeker min kropp Sliter mitt Kött och dricker mitt Blod Det är dit jag vill - Att bära Hans sigill Och i Köttets Makt - Ledas till Slakt! Se en Man som jag när ondskan har fått tag på Varje liten bit av hans själ |
 The Deciet which tears my torso asunder Afflictions in veils dress desire A gaze cast aside from Above grants me Courage From the other side from where I stood I saw the Devil advance from Darkness And then adress me by name From eyes black embers of the spirit still flow And in my arms She lies dead For Her life and Her body Grants my soul eternal faith "How throbs the pulse when first we view The eye that rolls in glossy blue Or sparkels black, or mildly throws A beam from under hazel brows! How quick we credit every oath And hear her plight the willing troth! Fondly we hope 'twill last for aye When lo! She changes in a day" (Lord Byron) I see and hear so much more when I let affections perish Where Satans whores caresses my body Tears my flesh and marvels in my blood It is there I want to be - To carry His seal And in Tempting Flesh - Be lead to the Slaughter Se a Man as I when Evil has taken its' hold Of every little piece of his Soul |
