Testi:
Dark Throne

[The Log of the Northern Mariner:] The great serpent-prow of my ship, Wave-Render, cleaves the nighted waters as we voyage across this dark, icy sea,

Sheol's dank haunted wilderness Thy seal upon Nuit's starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead Queen of Winter, throned The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses Vestal masturbation (Purity) Overthrown Darkness

Sound of iron, hard at work Flames of triumph, we'll get Keep that hammer pounding The autumn of no regret Keep our mountains free Our shores clean

I'm in the air!!! Hell bent for a Rockarolla trip City lights wave beneath This year it's Germany!!! At the end of a dark ride Guided by the general

Our time of visit is over And over again Kneedeep in false idols Demonic fairytales, prophets of nothing The great death of all oaths Burn you all into

In the depths of the underground Through the nurseries of real metal sound Governing the molten core No more slavery anymore The Winds! They Called -

the northwind From distant places once known Floating through the air One with the midnight sky The Devil's breath From the lungs of hell An eternal dark

"The northwind will take me To places unknown To places of ancient times" These days, these nights So dark, so cold Freezing winds from the north Are

Tusener ska brenna Flackne ska doe Idet me trenge oss Inn onna Gud's hud Blodet ska renna Fra nyslakta kjoell Flesket fra Jesus Ska igien ligga doedt