cold earth
blackened souls blessed by eternity dwelling
under unholy ground forbidden thoughts and dreams
provided by strong storms of bold beliefs and
black souls of immortality the demons are dancing
c
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 light of the moon
so does my sword
more and mor
i am hear to bring fear into your life
like the icy north wind i live
no matter where you run
i will be there
i will tease you endlessly
you will feel the pain
you will know my name
you are bound by
human dreams - such a fruitful place to plant the
seeds of terror.
child i arise
in your dreams
as a creature - of dread
as a demon - or a wicked witch
what pleases me - i choose
i am the master - of
mektige norskc sjeler bemorket av norronsk
trollskhet ut av taakcslor, de vandret morke
krigerske sjeler stolthet styrket av blod
majestetisk krigersk broderskap
voldelige morke toner
brutal atmosphere o
Under fire were you born
Son of god and mortal
Under warrior's moon
Shining one of an age gone by
Throw the spear of destiny
Spill the blood
Victorious you stand
In flames
Live to kill
Creature of
where tie is tortured
where suns and moons are pitch black
where demons fear the darkness
where cold is death
mystic god
unholy wars
no honour in death
the black dawn is here
fight here to pledge y
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 - howling to blackened skies
On rushing waters of
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, I am.
I am the stone, I am the snow
I am the ice,
en evig vandring et inderlig onske hos et lite
barn et mektig barn et avkom av ild
dette vesen skal tilkalle en makt som skal blafre
i nordens mektige storm
bare hun kan vekke makten som hviler under hel
we dwell in purity
beneath a sea of abundance
content with the nurture
of our native land
we are awakened in torment
stabbed by the oppressors blade
a silence
slashed by tyranny's
hostile face
pro
as the sky cracks open
newborn fear descents
hordes of death
led by two sons of war
born to conquer
born to kill
doing my deed
phobos - deimos
sons of war
their bloo burns as fire
darkened is the
i am the one that walks in your dreams
screaming for justice you will not provide
you always lie
slaying the souls of people who do not know
why do you do this you cowardly bastard
you cannot provide
I call upon thee
I am standing alone
My mighty wind
Unfold your dark wings
The glory of war
I am still seeking strong
My strength is hate
Darkness - quell the sun
Let my enemies not see me
Pledge
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 its tower of dominion
its eternal quest is the blood o
