We've been seeing what you wanted,
Got us cornered right now
Fallen asleep from our vanity
May cost us our lives
I hear them getting closer
Their howls are sending chills down my spine
And time is running out now,
They're coming down the hills from behind
When we start killing
It's all coming down right now
From the nightmare we've created
I want to be awakened somehow
(I want to be awakened right now)
When we start killing
It all will be falling down
From the hell that we're in
All we are is fading away
When we start killing
We've been searching all night long
But there's no trace to be found
It's like they all have just vanished
But I know they're around
I feel them getting closer
Their howls are sending chills down my spine
And time is running out now
They're coming down the hills from behind
When we start killing
It's all coming down right now
From the nightmare we've created
I want to be awakened somehow
(I want to be awakened right now)
When we start killing
It all will be falling down
From the hell that we're in
All we are is fading away
When we start killing
When we start killing!
I feel them getting closer
Their howls are sending chills down my spine
And time is running out now
They're coming down the hills from behind
The sun is rising
The screams have gone
Too many have fallen
Few still stand tall
Is this the ending
Of what we've begun?
Will we remember
What we've done wrong?
When we start killing
It's all coming down right now
From the nightmare we've created
I want to be awakened somehow
(I want to be awakened right now)
When we start killing
It all will be falling down
From the hell that we're in
All we are is fading away
When we start killing
The updated interpretation of the only really quality work from Dimmu Borgir, "Stormblast," removes apparently plagiarized keyboard tracks inserted by former keysman Stian Arstad and updates the sound of this classic work to match the now-trademark Dimmu Borgir hybrid of Cradle of Filth dramatics and underground metal sensibilities. While the instrumentalism is better and the beauty of these original songs shines through, the narrow filter through which the band have forced interpretation of these songs detracts from much of their beauty. The highly-touted drumming of Hellhammer, for example, is phoned in; any of a hundred thousand drummers could have done this quasi-Bard Faust interpretation that is invariant as if done in a weekend. Dynamics are squelched and the interplay of keyboards and guitars sloughed off; the result is that like a hardcore band, everything must be forced through the single instrument while drums keep time and vocals comment, which depletes the ambition of this album as well as its inherent aesthetic beauty. Not surprisingly, almost every song sounds like it was faded early, being incomplete because it lacks so many original elements. Undoubtedly, this will sell well, but then again, that has never necessarily been an indication of quality.
