Nar stormen som knackte draken ven den piskande blast som pryglat askens gren Allfader da fran hogsatet sig reste "Mer dryck i hornet" han ilsket vreste
The long, hard yers at sea, have taken their toll on me For thirteen winters and a spring, I have been so far away So far, far away from the place I
They came for him one winter's night. Arrested, he was bound. They said there'd been a robbery, his pistol had been found. They marched him to the station
Ett tecken for Svearikets styrka En symbol for svunnen prakt Enande for oss som funnit nordens sanna styrka Enande for oss som arar svunnen makt Den
In primordial times, when Ginnungagap empty stared Before Ymers death, before our triumphant dominion There was nothing No sea, no waves No earth, no
Welcome to plunge into this storm Where warlords ride, and kill with pride The smell of rage, this ancient hate That has been in wait Before the torture
Yesterday never died - it just went into hiding It lies slumbering at the bottom of a deep, dark lake Hidden in the woods of my time There was no path
En starkande kansla som haller anden vid liv Som overlever nornornas alla nycker En kraft som segrar over alla fiender Den slumrar i dina blodsband,
Slutligen foll jag pa kampavallen men sorgen varar ej hos en krigare fallen Som foda at korparna jag foll men svardet mitt i handen jag holl Valkyriors
In the filth of your failure, still suppresive The overlord's standing supreme Wounded through time, still it's breeding Your beckon call ignored Not
Vapnare under nordens baner Framat - Nidingblod ar ert elixir Av jord ar niding kommen Jord skall niding ater varda Drakens ornament i hallen gloda
Did something break in your chest? You're talking constantly like those condemned to death to restrain reality Volcanoes ejaculate as you rape yourself
Now lost in chaos - perfect world Transcending truth - it signifies the monochromatic picture of reality Hey, you triumphant, King of Flesh! Don't bow
Going out to paint the city black to seek the poets of the grave The truth is for fools Receive the blow of the morning star Drink up the bottle like
Thinking of breathing Not trying myself If I open my eyes it will just torture my senses to death Thinking of accepting Not trying myself Still-standing
The soul of our being stands rooted Planted deep in earth's heavy soil As the body stretches in heavy strokes dragging Heaven down The empty time where
Come on, let's breathe the air internal joyfull ease Go break the graceless hope and let your faith decease Go on - get down and feel the mud I?d rather
Who gave birth to this disease? What feeds the demons in my blood? Sick cannibal melancholy Who blew this freezing wind my way? Is this my love supreme