Architecture of a Genocidal Nature

Dimmu Borgir

A dismal universal hiss; the sound of public scorn
The brush that sweeps across the spectral fields
This landscape is not without a sense of epic wonder
A vast scale that places this sprawling underworld into a realm of frames

With a bloodstorm fading into the distance
Floating without directions over this smoldering landscape
Caught in a moment of transformation
These shades of anatomic malignant nature
Approached one another in unpleasant ways
Frozen in the act of speech; desperate to express its state
Created in a shape to accommodate a wide variety of daemonic forms
The realm of the benighted aristocracy of evil most pure

This is where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep
Emerged from the depths of the earth gasps
With rage against mankind; to annihilate the earth and worse
It spills the blood like rain; the beauty of death it represents

Devouring their flesh with a razorblade smile
Genes would still blindly carry on smoldering ember of hell
Limned with gold leaf; the scarlet brush
That sweeps all traces of time, place, and pattern

Total death in every nation
Monuments of vanquished civilization
Just as brilliantly removed; ruthlessly eliminated
The cornerstone of human emotions has now been drained away
I saw death of a most uncommon nature