Dressed in black with a pale expression, I attack the world with extreme satisfaction, I am the master, never more to be enslaved, Broken free from the
Mistress of beauty come dance with me, Let your soul into my obscurity, Walk with me through the fields of fire, I will fulfit your utter desire, Feel
On the horizon I stand, Watching the fallen men, Victims of hatred, greed and desire, In retrospect I feel no anger, Only a urge for something higher
Ei likbor hadde han sett komma, Sigande fra Trodladalen opp Lundamyri, Audmjuk han i akttok synet, Kven hadde dauden i teke, Med otta han keik i kista
A vague shadow lurking in the dark, A sane man's worst nightmare, A vision containing death, As a wake in honour of himself, For equal sane mortals,
Krigaren Arntor gjekk viljugt i strid kom alder attende doydde for grid, Dag lei mot kveld, ?tti fekk vita, Arntor sag gudane so ein ekta windir, For
It is he who holds the power - It is he who reflects the will - It is he who reigns the masses - It is he who urges to win - It is he who lights the
Dying with sorrow not in hand, Welcoming my gods, an equal I am, A travel awaits before me, Encircled as a God, dead as a man, An era has now ended,
, Krigaren Arntor gjekk viljugt i strid kom alder attende dA?ydde for grid, Dag lei mot kveld, A¦tti fekk vita, Arntor sA?g gudane so ein ekta windir,
Arntor gjekk viljugt i strid kom alder attende doydde for grid, Dag lei mot kveld, ?tti fekk vita, Arntor sag gudane so ein ekta windir, For a sikra
: Dying with sorrow not in hand, Welcoming my gods, an equal I am, A travel awaits before me, Encircled as a God, dead as a man, An era has now ended
: Mistress of beauty come dance with me, Let your soul into my obscurity, Walk with me through the fields of fire, I will fulfit your utter desire, Feel
: It is he who holds the power - It is he who reflects the will - It is he who reigns the masses - It is he who urges to win - It is he who lights the
Arntor gjekk viljugt i strid kom alder attende doydde for grid, Dag lei mot kveld, ?tti fekk vita, Arntor sag gudane so ein ekta windir, For a sikra hans
: Ei likbor hadde han sett komma, Sigande fra Trodladalen opp Lundamyri, Audmjuk han i akttok synet, Kven hadde dauden i teke, Med otta han keik i kista
: Dressed in black with a pale expression, I attack the world with extreme satisfaction, I am the master, never more to be enslaved, Broken free from
: On the horizon I stand, Watching the fallen men, Victims of hatred, greed and desire, In retrospect I feel no anger, Only a urge for something higher
: A vague shadow lurking in the dark, A sane man's worst nightmare, A vision containing death, As a wake in honour of himself, For equal sane mortals
