In a hellish crash Thor thundered
Three beasts were born
someone has committed adultery
Demigods laughs tonight
hailing the jotun-mother Angerboda
An eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth
Reap what you sow if you sow your own grave
Defend yourself against the north
guard yourself for the primeval forest
Creatures in the guise of the wolf
The time has come as once was told
where man’s world will be lain in sorrow
Three cold winters puts their pale arm
around Mannheims frosty land
A shell of fate’s sombre tone
cracks death’s frozen crown
Hungry the world waits thereunder
Past the gate and Hel’s wolves
From a world of eternal damnation
to another with the executioner’s pardon
A hypocritical battle among remnants lost
in winterdeath
graves open in the bloodred snow
Lives are lost at the hand of the enemy and oneself
The norm’s band of faith is being spun
Lain in frozen ashes
The battle of the despairing- tears bound to eternity
All cries of pain are gathered- to the hellcastels prophet
All is dismal- the tragic is told
Farewell- an empty eternity, all as decayed
Time is not time here anymore
Life is not life anywhere
An eye can not see like an eye
Gone are the people and beasts
Never hear are withered note again
Sense nothing, feel nothing
The winterdeath hundreds of days old
When you have been down in your grave... alive
Your mind decays and you're the coffin's slave
And when at midnight an uncanny bell tolls...
Terrible noises, the dark graveyard calls
Limbs break through the drt
Decay stinks like hell
Dark creatures in the fog
Crusted blood on the dead
Triumph of death
Triumph of death
Euronomous sends his souls
Buried by a horrible mistakes
You feel, you're eaten by worms
Three days of absolute eclipse
Introduce the evoked tribunal
Haailstorms proof: They told us the truth
Total destruction
Mankind to "Hell"
Blind and insane
The misguided repent
But it's a bit late...
In the heat of infernal lightnings
And in the shadows of poisoned clouds
The world will die under the sword of destiny
Go out and see, the omens are here
A church is red, like blood of an angel
The rich and the poor both will fall
On the field of Vigrid a cold night
a thick fog rests
Feels like a heavenly suffocation
There I stand in the heart of the fog
A late October fullmoon night
lonely on a pagan field
In the spirit of Vigrid
in the fog of my fate
I feel a cold breeze drifting lightly by
it touches me, takes me far away
I float through the air lonely as a raven
while the spirit of Vigrid slowly lets me die
Take me to nowhere
so that I can die
and let the spirit of Vigrid
still hunt for the souls of the strong men
Strenghten the spirit of Vigrid
so that it can be worshipped
Standing in a misty forest
feeling a vapour of coldness
death is awaited this night
the death of myself
Here in the hall of Mørkveden
I torture myself in hate
pushing the sword deeper into myself
deeper and deeper until it devours my mind
The raid of the nightraven will commence
when the night it shall praise
It floats above me as a sign
of death, darkness and Helheim
there where a hundred men live
and their souls and blood harden
The raid of the nightraven will come
when the day has come to an end
Hail my death - in the embracement of the forest
My screams sounded - come raven of the night
I am now wandering as a slave of darkness - forgotten
and lost
My flesh is freezing to ice, as my soul is wandering
There you can feel the breeze of death, and is amongst
the slaves of dark Hel
There the forest lies hidden
black, obscure and forgotten
no man is found
where cold and darkness is bound
The forest is enshrouded by fog
so that no one can find it
Only those that long for death
and to Hel will descend
Above the wood south of Midgard
above Mørkvedens inner hall
a nightraven is flying
In endless times abandoned
I have dwelled in sorrow
But on this last night
Times of sorrows arise
and cast a dark shadow
upon the wistful land
A cold and spiteful horror
falls into Christ‘ embrace
I open my eyes
see a world that waits
That waits for me, the mighty warrior
In mortal silence rests
My mind is hateful, my soul is bitter
I close my eyes
The night of revelations will arrive
when the christians shall perish
Their time is at an end
When Helheim calls
I will shatter the christian faith
I will defy God
I will poison the bridge of light
For I am the messenger of the gods
I sit in Bond
at the judgement of the powers
Keeper of the worlds
by the heathen hordes court
I come dressed in the black of the plague
The necromancer of the night of revelation
When the clouds crack, I’ll be gone, and Gods‘ flock with death departed
One last breath of deaths‘ wind vanished, annihilated all by a now forgotten past
Nothing remains of false memories
I et helheimsk brak tordnet Tor
Tre udyr fødes noen har drevet hor
Avguder ler godt i natt hyller jotun-mor Angerboda
Øye for øye tann for tann
Høst hva du sår hvis du sår din egen grav
Verg deg for nord
vokt deg for den urskog
Skapninger i ulvens ham
In woods spellbound by nature’s creatures
Behind stones and trees, in thickets and caves
In noble times and dead nobles‘ land
Where myths were writ by norse men
Upon misty fields and moors
In the twilight of dawn
One knew about them
But saw them not
One can see tracks in the earth
from the spirit’s enchanting dance
Upon misty and moorse- Effindance
In twilight or by dawn- Effindance
I wonder in these times
after the magic’s gone
I wonder how man himself
was subdued by eastern faith
Small fairies walk in line
a dark late-autumn evening
Small fairies walk to the fields
a dark late-autumn evening
Dance with me- Effindance
by the dawning of late-autumn brilliance
Times of wisdom have become foolishness
Norse harmony has become christian stupidity
Gods of magic, free the norse man
Fairies of mystery, dance in a ring
but the memory of them has faded
A new era is intact
but the old one refuses to be lost
Renounce and be captured by disease and die
På norsk jord vi står
sønner av den norønne ætt
Stolte vi står med sverd og skjold i hånd
Vi husker den tid
en tid glemt
men snart tilbakevunnet
Da gudene hersket
og slag var som blodet i vår kropp
Da vi, vikinger av Norge hersket i det kalde nord
og skapte frykt med vårt sverd
Flammer lyste opp himmelen dengang, men ikke nå
Blod fløt i strie strømmer snart det vil igjen
Vår makt er ikke borte vi står ennå tilbake
med våre forfedres visdom
Svart som natten
Vis som kongen i Valhall
En ed ble sverget
Sverget til hevn
Hevn og hat
Vårt hat skal de få
Den hedenske gjenforeningen venter
Ta til sverd, ta til øks
Vinder blir til storm dager om til natt
Det er tid for hevn slakt de som engang slaktet
Vårt dødens korstog marsjerer
Tornekronen vil falle hardt til grunn
En ingens konge vil stige ned fra sin trone
Han skal bli borte borte for alltid
Vikinger vil entre med blodige sverd
for å knuse tronen og slippe fri våre forfedre
De hedenske gudene som i svart visdom
The realm of terror bursts out
everyone a deceitfull act
An arranged play of misantrophes we are
The realm of terror takes control
attack from every side
Total annihilation of the existing
Screams in the night
Where I am, exists no God
Where I stand, stands no one by me
Where I go, no one follows
Taken into oath is the icon of steel
my pure truth...the one
The desolate realm lies dead
everyone sealed their own faith
Last act of a masterpiece of the misantrophes
The northern paradise is buried in a veil of lies
but underneath the pagan truth still rests
Hlorride opens his eyes by the roots of Yggdrasil
Mighty Allfather rises in Valaskjalv
The eagle of the power of light and Nidhogg’s power of darkness
The curse of the battle are sent through Ratatosk
there is life in the Urda-well once again
The search for wisdom in the Frostgoblin’s well has begun
Over Nivlheim Kvergjelme still springs forth. A new time of Greatness erupts
Hold on to your origin. The Gates shall open
The bolts of Regin are once again driven into the column of the vault of heaven
Again the Norns‘ spin fate of the newly born
Again the people of the north threaten with winters eternal darkness
We enter a new era, and lay another behind
Pagan Regin, tear away the veil of lies
The dismal worlds of nine are more powerful than before
A horde of betrayers wander the gloomy path
Sigtyr’s name resounds through the mountains and the thickets of the north
Upon Hlidskjalf he sits and watches
Tell me Mime, about the forgotten saga
I seek your wisdom, I seek your hate
All I desire rests in your hand
Give me the Pagan spirit of truth
Haerfjotur spellbinds the warriors of the cross
How great a defeat I see
I see my reflection in christian blood
A new time of greatness erupts
The heaven’s crack Mime, you heeded my call
What a beautiful sight it is, to see everything as it once was, take life again
The bolts of Regin have been driven in for good
Odin’s gaze will never turn away. In Mannheim I wander proudly
I turn my gaze towards the home of the Gods
"Once we fell, but only once"
Gautaty sent Gondul and Skogul to choose among the kings,
whom of Yngves lineage should go to Odin and be in Valhalla
(from Haakonarmaal)
Ride my fair maidens, ride and bring them in
Take to horse fair maidens
Ride and bring my men in
Through air and water to find fallen men
As north then west
across the sky on shieldmaidens horse
Come my fair maidens and listen to my words
Come my fair maidens
with mead and flesh on the table
My warriors on the horse my servants to the feast
In moments of reflection
It all unfolds to me
I walk down through my mind
And feel a bittercold fear...
What mankind did with pretence
Of religion and belief
Away is the sun
Endless the night
Mankind's massacra...
Intelligence is dead
There have been Satanic Rites
In blood... Incerted crosses
Expulsion of all mortals...
The "good" sid isn't better
Holy inquisitors on arbitrary command
Through all blasphemic centuries
Destruction and hate
Sewage of faith
Ignorant souls
The decline goes on
Man will never learn
A rite in pain a rite in blood
Metal against flesh everything turns out dead
A slaughter in Hov a victim of sacrifice
Metal against flesh everything turns out dead
An escape from life a journey without time
Towards the crops of death grim, sharp claws
Another slaughter of an impotence
Know your enemy
learn to know him
It feels liberating to see the
From heimen in the north a great horde is coming
leaving deep prints of jotun feet
A wandering towards the doomsday field
the path leads them towards the throne of death
Out bursts the lust of the flesh which gives might
and slaughters without mercy
A wandering that leads them
Fra Heimen i nord kommer en horde stor
Etterlater seg dype jotunspor
En vandring mot dommedagens mark
Stien fører dem hen mot dødens trone
Kjødets lyst springer ut og gir makt, og slakter ned uten nåde
En vandring som fører dem
In the black deeps of the ocean
under the perillous sea
The ocean encompassing all the land
there no man dares to sail
Come breathren of Jormundgand
join in the final battle
Come in the name of your father
Loke awaits you in the war
The waves are rising as mountains
they will murder each king and each trell
where they drown in the sea
that is flowing over the land
The twilight of the gods has conquered the earth
Evil is saging in the flood of Jormundgands gush of waves
and sounds like the sough of a hundred winds
Now, no green can be seen
everything lies in a sea of ashes
and all that once was beautiful
is now in ruins
The earth is an open wound
which slowly fades
No more years of life
everything is black
Slain by Thors hammer
but he himself is killed
Jormundgand, the lord of the deep
the black flood of evil
Dead is the lord of the sea
Dead is the dark flood of evil
Dead is Lokes son the serpent that surrounds Midgard
Dead is the serpent that never was released before the
final battle
Dead is Jormundgand he who enters the embracement of
Was it tomorrow
Or will it be yesterday
When abolished, rotten instincts
Will for the last time be awake
And malice, slander and hate
Will rule the ignorant heart
Aggressor, deceiver of reality
Aggressor, inverter of protection
The final chapter is yet unwritten
But the trial leads toward greed
Who will be the traitor
How many, all of them?
Ruthless is the creation
created through pale ages
Dublicated in confusion
Horizons of black fire
Thorns in the chosen's eye
Stench of false hails,
Decline of all thrones...,
When only perception can survive
What is still tomorrow, or
Yet will it be yesterday
When abolished rotten instincts
Were for the last time ruling minds
then - eternal silence
I den mørke hall
hvor døden er ens kall
For her er ingen nåde løs
i den tomme, glemte sal
Her hvor Balder frøs
og døde i Hels mørke hall
Gravlagt i Eljudne
ingen her en fredsmann er
Pine og pest
fra dødsrikets begjær
La skrikene klinge
og lokke døden frem
For den skal bringe
fortapelse inn i dem
I dunkle daler gamle
pines Æser, Vaner - alle
I gamle mørke Eljudne
I dunkle daler gamle
Tomhetens korstog har kommet
Glemsel og tap har dødsriket bragt
Æser og Vaner er alle i Hel dømt
Fra Ginnunga-gap til evig tid
Fra tidenes morgen til dommedag
Fra jotneblod til verdens hav
Fra bein og marg til fjell og land
Vår tid er talt, lengselens skrik
Maktenes mørke har talt sin tid
Men opp av dypet, det glemte, dunkle
reises en tid av hedensk fortid
Jeg står i skyggen av visjoner, den forviste sannhet finnes her
Riv min sjel, stjel mitt sinn, allikevel blir jeg aldri din
Vik for meg, svikere av løgnens far
Bærere av svik, av støvet kom, til støv skal bli
Forsvinne med tiden, tiden glemt og lagt i grus
Hør mine tidløse kall, vår åpenbaring, vårt fall
Gi meg visdom, gi meg makt, for i glemsel sviket er lagt
En ny seier er fortalt, en annen tro har forfalt
Himlen tegner gudebilder gravd opp av dype kilder
Ætten gjemt i manns minne opp av dypet vi skal finne
Visjoner av en evighet i skyggen er fortalt
Sprer seg mens den andre dør
Fra Ginnunga-gap til evig tid
Die young, die hard
to Valhalla we travel
In a hellish ride
men moulded of granite
Several hundred warrior's symposium
an eternal feast with meal and bottle
Pour our mugs to the rim
don't give a damn about tomorrow's pain
Drink for our brothers
and drink for those who died
Drink!!...your mead
Drink!!...for Odin
Die honourfull Die without fear
To the golden halls In a hellish ride
Vår metafysiske virkelighet er gått tapt
Gudene er en død myte i manns liv
Står som evhemeristiske symboler
ikke lenger som en milepæl i våre hjerter
Mennesket har banet vei for ny tenkning
en slaves og den uverdiges dumskap
skal vi glemme og la det bli
In the time of origin there was nothing, not sand, not sea or cool waves
earth and heaven did not exist, just Ginnunga-gap, and grass nowhere
From a primitive creature of Giant- race, the cold world was made
Frost giants command the cold, the dark and black power
Long days and cruel years will someday arrive, for man’s time in Midgard is at an end
The shall wander into the gloomy darkness. Into the flames and chaos they can not endure
Frost giants will rejoice at the ecstasy of madness. They will become the worlds new,
most powerful race
They will guard the peasents of the world pillage, kill and condemn
To the North lies the castle
of over a thousand giants
They look towards the land
Where everything will be lit afire
War of time
Dark, eternal winter
Tortured in Slid
people there suffer
For the giants battle has begun, against what man has proclaimed
Here, the dark fate will triumphant, for here the Frost giants will celebrate
Dark, eternal winter
Swords, axes and large hammers will sound. Screams and howls sing like in Nivlheim
The blood of giants & men will flow through the land, and the smoke of burnt forests‘
rises in a black vapour
Frost giants fight like mad wolves while men flee like frightened sheep
The giants‘ power has left its mark. On a once green and beautiful land
No lives are spared after this last war, for here all will die in the worst possible way
Women and men, all shall suffer, to Nivlheim through Slid they’re tortured
In the time of origin there was nothing, not sand, not sea or cool waves
But now there is darkness, cold and eternal winter, for the Frost giants have
conquered the world
To the North lies the castle, of over a thousand giants
They look towards the wastelands, where everything is lit afire
For the giants‘ battle has been won, man has disappeared
Here the dark fate has triumphed, and the Frost giants have celebrated
Dark, eternal winter
At the edge of global destruction
Victory for the hazardous powers
Hunger, darkness and frost
cause massextinction
The cosmic spacerock-shower
Scene of apocalypse-lifeless
As the impact takes its toll
Behold the nightmare scenario
Nuclear warheads can't
ease our distress
Starfallen spacerocks
Cause monumental havocs
As we fail
the cosmic winter will prevail
In far future milleniums
a past alien order will arise
A new dawn will break
from the cosmic winter rape
Recite and behold
Revival of the gods of old
In the dark hall
where death is ones call
For here no mercy is
in the empty forgotten hall
where Balder froze
and died in hels dark hall
Buried in Eljudne
where no man peace can find
pain and plague from the realms of deaths desire
Let the screams sound
and lure death forth
it shall bring perdition into them
In obscure and ancient valleys
Æsir and Vanir - all is tormented
In the cold and dark Eljudnir
In obscure and ancient valleys
The crusade of emtiness has arrived
Oblivion and loss has the realms of death
Æsir and Vanir are all in Hel doomed
Født, under en blodrøt måne
Dag som natt og natt som dag
I et helheimsk brak av hammerslag
Hyll, du frende av denne dag
Vår legions milleniumssymbol
blodmåne og ildsols sønn Stålsatt
med styrke og visdom i bunnen av
Mimes brønn
Født i blod og ild
Hevneren til de engang tapre Erkjenneren av sannhet
Sannhet bak hans porter hvor døden er som sult
En drømmevisjon Et fremtidsikon Nemesis,
When the storm sets and tear trees apart
Then, around the darkest hours the dogs of Odin will gather
You can hear us when the moon appear above
But you will never see us
before you become a warrior yourself
The hunter leads us we are born to fight
Over mountains and fjords
through enchanted forests
Odins hunt Asgardsreien
Our metaphysical reality is lost
The gods are a dead myth in mans life
Stand as evhemeristic symbols
no longer as a milestone in our hearts
Man has deared the way for rethinking
a slaves and the unworthy’s foolishness
Shall we forget and let it be
Terrorveldet gyver ut
Enhver en svikefull akt
Et iscenesatt spill av misantrofer vi er
Terrorveldet tar kontroll
Angrep fra alle hold
Total utslettelse av det eksisterende
Skrik i natten runger
Hvor jeg er, er ingen Gud
Hvor jeg står, står ingen ved
Hvor jeg går, går ingen etter
For tatt i ed er ikonet av stål
min rene sannhet...det ene
Ødeveldet ligger dødt
enhver forseglet sin skjebne
Siste akt av et mesterverk
"Galder is a song of sorcery which is performed
with a resounding, screaming voice.
Odin reckons to be the originator of the Galder"
I am the god of slander
The one that leads you astray
I am born among the highest gods
But I never forsee myself
By their side
I take the forms of many
A beast my words for the hypocrisy
I am the reason of betrayal
I alure the purest to fall
These are not deeds of evil
But ways to own amusement
I am the god of slander
Mockery is my state of being
I give birth to the beasts
Who dwell in their chains
God of slander
I choose myself above all
Even though pain is my fortune
The poison that hits my body
Won't make me change my ways
In the end of day I'll lead my children by fire and ice
The world falls apart chaos among the gods
"Harken, all ye loyal subjects of the king.
For behold, the pestilence is upon us,
And few will elude its deadly embrace.
Fear your kin, as well as your family,
For lo, even they can carry the black death
Born in fire and ice
Pure of heart, mind and soul
I crush the walls of ignorance
Never to betray my heritage
You can kill my body
But my ravishing moral I'll keep for myself
WARLOT
I seek none but my own bliss
Grasped through the paragons I choose
Self-righteousness one can say
But in the end you have to choose your own way
None stand before me
None can mock my ways
I quench my thirst through my own artistry
Memories -
Fields of gold
Life -
Shades of grey
Walls-
Built to punish
Pride -
Never imprisoned
All is all -
In the middle earth
That is where -
Stående i en skog av skodde
kjenner en eim av kulde slående
Det ventes død i kveld
døden over meg selv
Her i Mørkvedens indre sal
piner jeg meg selv i hat
Presser sverdet dypere inn
dypere og dypere til det fortærer mitt sinn
Nattravnens tokt vil begynne
når natten den vil hylle
Svever over meg som et tegn
på døden, mørke og Helheim
Der hvor hundre menn ferdes
og deres sjel og blod herdes
Nattravnens tokt vil komme
når dagen er omme
Hill min død - i skogens favn
Mine skrik lød - kom nattens ravn
Vandrer nå som mørkets slave - glemt og fortapt
Mitt kjøtt fryser til is mens min sjel vandrer
Der man kan føle dødens bris og er blant Hels mørke slaver
Skogen ligger der glemt
svart, dunkel og glemt
Intet menneske her finnes
her hvor mørke og kulde bindes
Tåken tetter skogen inne
så ingen den vil finne
Bare de som etter døden lengter
og ned til Hel vil senkes
Over skogen syd for Midgard, over Mørkvedens indre sal
Et ritus i smerte et ritus i blod
Metall mot kjøtt alt blir dødt
Et slakt i Hov et offer av blot
Metall mot kjøtt alt blir dødt
En flukt fra livet en reise uten tid
Mot dødens grøder grimme, skarpe klør
Nok et slakt av en avmakt
Kjenn din fiende lær han å kjenne
Hvor sterk er den som
Livet styrer
Den som spinner sin
Egen skjebne
Hvor svak er den som for
Livet taper den som taper for livets vrede
Hvem er han
Som selv bestemmer
Hvilke vei han selv skal g�
Hvem er han som ikke makter
Ã�¥ jakte selv
Enn � bli jaktet
Det g� r en evig str� m
Av liv
Som styres av v� r elde
Hvor enn en g� r og
Snur seg om
S� er hun blant
Oss alle
Gi tapt m� selv
En krigersk gud
N� r tvekamp
M� ler krefter
For selv den sterke m�
Gi tapt for
pa vigrids slette en kjolig nott
hviler der en take tett
foles som et himmelsk kvel
der jeg star forlatt I takens hjerte
en sen oktober fullmane natt
ensom pa en hedensk mark
I vigrids vard
I taken av min skjebne
jeg foler en kald bris fare lett forbi
den streifer meg, tar meg langt avsted
jeg svever gjennom luften som en ensom ravn
mens vigrids vard sagte lar meg do
dra meg med til ingensteds
slik at jeg kan do
og vigrids vard
kan forstatt jakte
pa de sterke menns sjeler
la vigrids vard styrkes
slik at den kan dyrkes
og en lavere makt
kan bli odelagt
on the field of vigrid a cold night
a thick fog rests
feels like a heavenly suffocation
there I stand in the heart of the fog
a late october fullmoon night
lonely on a pagan field
in the spirit of vigrid
in the fog of my fate
I feel a cold breeze drifting lightly by
it touches me, takes me far away
I float through the air lonely as a raven
while the spirit of vigrid slowly lets me die
take me to nowhere
so that I can die
and let the spirit of vigrid
still hunt for the souls of the strong men
strengthen the spirit of vigrid
so that it can be worshipped
and make a lesser might disappear
in the dark hall
where death is one call
for here no mercy is
in the empty forgotten hall
where balder froze
and died in hels dark hall
buried in eljudnir
where no man peace can find
pain and plague from the realm of deaths desire
let the screams sound
and lure death forth
it shall bring perdition into them
in obscure and ancient valleys
oblivion and loss has the reals of death
? sir and vanir are all in hell doomed
where balder was buried
in the black deeps of the ocean
under the perillous sea
the ocean encompassing all the land
there no man dares to sail
come breathren of jormundgand
join in the final battle
come in the name of your father
loke awaits you in the war
the waves are rising as mountains
they will murder each king and each trell
where they drown in the sea
that is flowing over the land
the twilight of the gods has conquered the earth
evil is saging in the flood of jormundgands gush of waves
and sounds like the sough of a hundred winds
now, no green can be seen
everything lies in a sea of ashes
and all that once was beautiful
is now in ruins
the earth is an open wound
which slowly fades
no more years of life
everything is black
slain by thors hammer
but he himself is killed
jormundgand, the lord of the deep
the black flood of evil
dead is the lord of the sea
dead is the dark flood of evil
dead is lokes son the serpent that surrounds midgard
dead is the serpent that never was released before the
final battle
dead is jormundgand he who enters the embracement of
darkness
Born under a bloodred moon
Day as night and night as sky
In a hellish crash of hammerpounds
Hail, you kinsmen of this day
Our legions milleniumsymbol bloodmoon
and firesuns son
Steeled with strenght and wisdom in the bottom of the
well of Mime
Born in blood and fire
The vengeance of the once brave
The acknowledger of the truth
The truth behind his portals where
death breeds hunger
A dreamvision A futureicon
Nemesis, the face of terror
On Norwegian earth we stand
sons of the norse tribe
Proud we stand
with swords and shields in hand
We remember the time
a time forgotten but soon to be reconquered
When the gods ruled
and battles were like the blood in our veins
When we, vikings of Norway ruled the cold north
and spread fear with our swords
Flames lit the sky then, but not anymore
Blood floated in wild rivers
and soon the blood will float again
Our might is not gone
we still stand with our ancestors wisdom
Black as the night
Wise as the king of Valhalla
An oath was sworn
Sworn to revenge
Revenge and hate
Our hate we will give them
The pagan reunion awaits
Reach for your sword, reach for your axe
Winds become storms days turn to nights
The time for revenge has arrived
Slaughter them whom once slaughtered
Our crusade of death marches on
The crown of thorns will fall
hard to the ground
Once a nomans king
will descend from his throne
He shall vanish
vanish forever
Vikings will enter with swords in blood
to crush the throne
and release our ancestors
the pagan gods
who in black wisdom
once ruled
From Ginnunga-gap to eternity
From the dawn of time to doomsday
From giants blood to world seas
From bone and marrow to mountains and land
Our time is spoken, the yearning scream
The Twilight of the gods has been told
But up from the deep, the forgotten, the gloomy
rises the time of pagan past
I stand in the shadow of visions
The banished truth lies here
Rip my soul, steal my mind
Still, I will never be yours
Give way for me mongrels of the father of lies
Bearers of betrayal. From the dust came, into dust remain
vanish with time, time forgotten and lain in ruins
Hear my timeless call
Our revelation, our fall
Give me wisdom, give me power
for the betrayal has sunk into oblivion
A new victory has been told
another faith has decayed
The heaven draws idol
unearthed from deep sources
The lineage hidden in the memory of man
up from the deep we shall find
Visions of eternity in the shadow is told
Spreads while the other dies
From Ginnunga-gap to eternity
Dø ung, dø hard
Til Valhall vi drar
I et fandens ritt
menn støpt av granitt
Flere hundre krigers drikkelag
en evig fest med måltid og slag
Skjenk våre krus til randen
gi faen i morgenfanden
Drikk for våre brødre
og drikk for de av dem som døde
Drikk!...så mjøden din
Drikk!...da for Odin!!
Dø i ære Do uten frykt
Til gylne haller det bærer
i et fandens ritt
Dø ung, dø hard, dø i ære,
The symbol of sovereighnity
Everlasting malice
Taste our supremacy
Feel the final front
Brand this mark
Remember its power
Once seduced there's no escape
The olden Law has taken new forms
It's the icon of everything
The symbol of pagan unity
None can change our view
Withdrawn from the common ways
The beast of a new age
Crushing everything in their way
Branded by the icon
The nine stages that makes us whole
Spew out your hate
Mock thy new enemy
Rise up from your comfort and lust
for something more
Who dares wins I way
And so it shall be done
Harvest their withering words
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Times of decay
Pestilence
Blood
Supreme
The years of sickening souls
Can you feel the breath upon your neck
Hear the cruel voice of the old
Revealing the flesh of the dead
The evil grin of the plague
I remember these times of great sorrow
These years of deep pain
A land lied in a veil of solitude
Faces pale as the moon
Stalking the landscape in the shape of an oak
Misery loves company
One could hear the violin play
A single dead tune
Marking the age of the dead
One nation lost in the claws of an oak
So foul that her gaze alone would make one freeze in torment
Lying on the deathbed with an empty stare
Only preparing for the journey to the other side
Nine long nights and days on the path of no return
Touch the fire and get burned
Plead for mercy and never return
Stare deep into the darkest abyss
Until the abyss stares back at you
It is all but irony
When they claim sovereignity
Stranger ways is hardly found
On this poisened earthly ground
SINNERS WAKE
Save the sorry and fool yourself
That is the of the blind
Infinite dreams of an infinite realm
Where no heathen tread
The cross points black
The words are silent
All is in the end
Part of the sinners wake
Death is more than death
Life is no more than an illusion of this
I cannot forsee myself crawling
Den stoltes tale
Smykket i jern hugget
Dypt i sinnet
Bygget pÃ�¥ en eldgammel
LÃ�´re om hedningemakt
Og eder
Borgen slo sprekker dengang
Et fremmed
Hogg dogmer
Sverd kan tvinge en
Mann til kne
Men den hÃ�¼yes lov
Forble
Vasket vekk med
Tidevannet lenket til en
Forgangen tidd
Med kniven pÃ�¥ strupen
Stod loven
Fortsatt ved
Vi er de fÃ�¼rste
Blant de siste
Som slÃ�¥r gnister
I et gammelt bÃ�¥l
SÃ�¼nner av en eldet arv
Bryter lenkene til den
I lay the final weight to your shoulders
I make your life tip over
Life is a slow sadistic torment
I only increase the speed
Am I really that cruel
Am I really the reason
Just slit your throat
Increase the speed
Painfully aware of the lot
The sinister slumber in me
I unveil the darkest of all
Into the abyss you fall
Pitch the faith
To dead silence
Turn the key
To open the gate
Increase the speed
I am the mentor of pain
I am the caster of stones
I've laid the final weight
The burden is you
