Me on vocals and guitars, my bro Jack on drums. This is the Malmø criminal edit of our recording. 

THE HUNT - LYRICS 

We went into town on the tuesday night
Searching all the places that you hang about
We're looking for you

In the back street cellar dive drinking clubs
In the discotheques and the gaming pubs
We're looking for you

You will pay the price for my own sweet brother
And what he has become
And a hundred other boys and girls
And all that you have done

We picked up the trail at the seven crowns
One of your cronies, he was doing your rounds
We followed him

Just a silhouette figure up market pass
Where the headlamps shine on the broken glass
We followed him

Over the bridge by the old canal
Where the shadows dance on the lighted wall
He stopped to light up a cigarette
And we dived into a doorway

No police, no summons, no courts of law
No, no, no, no, no
No proper procedure, no rules of war
No, no, no, no, no
No mitigating circumstance
No, no, no, no, no
No lawyers fees, no second chance
No, no, no, no, no

There are lasses getting trouble on their own home beat
There are old folk battered in the open street
In this city of ours

There are eyes that see but say nothing at all
There are ears that hear but they don't recall
In this city of ours

So we followed your man back to your front door
And we're waiting for you outside
'Cause not everybody here is scared of you
Not everybody passes on the other side

No police, no summons, no courts of law
No, no, no, no, no
No proper procedure, no rules of war
No, no, no, no, no
No mitigating circumstance
No, no, no, no, no
No lawyers fees, no second chance
No, no, no, no, no

And we could spent our whole lives waiting
For some thunderbolt to come
And we could spent our whole lives waiting
For some justice to be done
Unless we make our own

No police, no summons, no courts of law
No, no, no, no, no
No proper procedure, no rules of war
No, no, no, no, no
No mitigating circumstance
No, no, no, no, no
No lawyers fees, no second chance
No, no, no, no, no

Steinheim EP

The Hunt Malmø Edit

The Hunt - Cover by my band Steinheim, original by New Model Army / Sepultura

"Ormebol for Svarte Sjeler" 

Bakgrunnstøyen hyler som forgiftede tunger
Her i hjertet av Bergen spres pesten
Stanken av metamfetamin og karri fyller lungene
Blandt gjenferd og paralyserte menneskevrak

Stemmen på innsiden forvris til det ugjenkjennelige
Hvis du er levende begravd i ditt eget sinn, velg selvmord

I ti år har tiden rent sakte forbi
En elv av smerte ført ut i et iskaldt vann
Redsler hvisket vekk under lyset fra månen
Et lik forlatt i en av hennes mange regnfulle gater

Ti år har gått, fengslet, begravd, lenket, innestengt
En orm som meg vil dø uten sol
Og nå er friheten kommet
En svart flamme kaster skygger på veggen

Hvis du er levende begravd i ditt eget sinn, velg selvmord
Stemmen på innsiden forvris til det ugjenkjennelige

(Hører ulver som hyler mot månen)
Hører ord som pisker gjennom stormen
Jeg kan høre stemmen til høstvinden
Svart sjel, et svart sinn
Og en svart flamme kaster skygger på veggen

Min sjel er svart, mitt blod er svart
En svart flamme kaster skygger på veggen

Written and Recorded 06.09.2019

Lyrics, Guitars, Vocals and Bass by "Orm" (Jørgen Frøderberg Tvedt)
www.instagram.com/hrorm/
twitter.com/Hr_Orm
www.metal-archives.com/artists/Orm/208126
Drums by "Nechtan" (Wanja Gröger)
www.instagram.com/wanjanechtangroeger/
nb-no.facebook.com/NechtanDrummer/
twitter.com/wanjadrums
www.wanjanechtangroeger.com/

Art by Multimedia Designer Roger Joakimsen in Bergen, Norway
English Lyrics by Google Translate :)

The Snakepit For Black Souls

The background noise howls like poisoned tongues
Here in the heart of Bergen the plague spreads
The stench of methamphetamine and curry fills the lungs
Among the ghosts and paralyzed human wrecks

The voice on the inside is distorted to the unrecognizable
If you are buried alive in your own mind, choose suicide

For ten years, time has passed slowly
A river of pain led into icy water
Horrors whispered away under the light from the moon
A corpse left in one of her many rainy streets

Ten years have passed, imprisoned, buried, chained, locked in
A snake like me will die without sun
And now freedom has come
A black flame casts shadows on the wall

If you are buried alive in your own mind, choose suicide
The voice on the inside is distorted to the unrecognizable

(Hear wolves howling against the moon)
Hear words whipping through the storm
I can hear the voice of the autumn wind

Black soul, a black mind
And a black flame casts shadows on the wall

My soul is black, my blood is black
A black flame casts shadows on the wall

Syringe Pentagram

Ormebol For Svarte Sjeler

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