In shimmering circles of silver light In icy wind and spitting fire Through flowing stream and ancient mountain Thou alone dost see me By lightning,
My pale soul Shines under my moon On one of my bold mountains I stand I hold my torch high Up against my black sky The skulls in my belt Glow in the
[instrumental] "...far back in time, where the outlines of history dissolve, lies the world of myths, it looses itself farther back into the mist of
Cold earth Blackened souls blessed by etenity Dwelling under unholy ground Forbidden thoughts and dreams Provided by strong storms Of bold beliefs and
Bloodred sky Bloodred fields The sun in it's last breath Providing the shadows of the trees A moment to dance before death Still - their makers dance
Mektige norske sjeler Bemorket av norronsk trollskhet Ut av taakeslor, de vandret Morke krigerske sjeler Stolthet styrket av blod Majestetisk krigerske
At dusk a stillness falls Defeated warriors seized from life Shielding the landscape, they lie As legions have before them The crow spirals down From
En evig vandring Er inderlig onske Hos et lite barn Et miktig barn Er avkom av ild Dette vesen Skal tilkalle en makt Som skal blafre i nordens Mektige
From blood-drenched earth The mighty oak arises From its roots Flow rivers of death Shadowed bodiless forms The rotting cores of the damned Drifting
Thundering chains of truth Entwining the immortal souls Of those darkened through eras Of hatred - war and betrayal Coming forth their fiery passion
Cold winds forged through time By clash of thunder in the night of storms An unborn power is invoked Of ancient times - yet young By the full moon's
My thoughts are dark they speak of deep anger among the tombstones, I walk. The remains of my people is entombed here. There's no one left - but me.
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Ice, snow, cold, hear me now I am in agony I scream your name I wish to speak with you all lords of the winter Cold, come and freeze the mighty oceans
The mountains are cold and strong the snow is pure and fresh this provides me with strength embraced by the grey mountains and the strong king winter
Gazing at the landscape, after all you'll find my fellows there, on the tranquil traces of my white, clear land. No need to fear opening the gates to
Ta min sjel min vind fra nord la den fly med deg over de gronne enger of dype skoger hersker med makt Nar du sveiper over landet som tordern din bror
Through winter storms, be rode through icy mountains and cold valleys, be rode fear in his mind fear of death this fight could be his last one mans battle
