1995 : The Forest Is My Throne
Satyricon - The Forest Is My Throne

Black Winds
The Forest Is My Throne
Min Hyllest Til Vinterland
The Night Of The Triumphator

Line up:
Satyr - Voice and Lead Guitars/Bass
Frost - Battery

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 development 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 contriubet 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 old 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 fot the "new" Satyricon. The demands for these old songs has been tremendous and we like them very much ourselves, therefore we decided to make them available.

On behalf of Satyricon, Satyr...

© 1995 Moonfog Productions

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
Whisper 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 in 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

Min Hyllest Til Vinterland


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
(Start the burning of heaven)

(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)

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