We ripped these lyrics off from Renzo Novatore, early 20th century Italian anarchist illegalist insurgent. We strongly recommend reading his work.
lyrics
we want to be beautiful like our sorrow
we want to be great like our crimes
try to learn to love our sorrow
vain attempt to love our lives
all that is great belongs to beauty
all that is “sacred” is a lie
we’ve come to raise a forest of pyres
a great and tragic social dusk
sorrow’s army of unknown children
hurled thunderbolts across the twilight
we laugh the fine red laughter of hatred
we laugh the fine blue laughter of love
we have died with stars in our eyes
because the stars are the friends of the dead
we want to be beautiful like our sorrow
we want to be great like our crimes
try to learn to love our sorrow
vain attempt to love our lives
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Swirling guitars, furious drums, vocals that at the same time howl from infinite distance and are right up in your head; everything put into dissonant form with the help of unconventional songwriting. This album is my personal key to the icelanding black metal madness that I've ignored for way too long! Lukas Kaufmann