Lnge nog har era masktna huvuden vilat p era veka axlar. En lngtande knsla sprider sig I mina nvar och lustan brinner. Klinga stolt nr ben mter stl, klinga stolt nr srsvetten droppar.
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, men finns dar kvar.
To be blessed by an ocean. Takes it's pain and sacrifice. To reach where I am destined. Takes an old man's life. . With blood I soak my idols. With Pride I set my sails.
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 to follow, but I found my way.
I live in the moutain hall deep under the earth. Where Odyn's eye never has seen. I hate the white aesir and the sons of earth. Those who bow to gods, thoe whom I despise.
In primordial times, when Ginnungagap empty stared. Before Ymers death, before our triumphant dominion. There was nothing. No sea, no waves. No earth, no heaven.
Vapnare under nordens baner. Framat - Nidingblod ar ert elixir. Av jord ar niding kommen. Jord skall niding ater varda. . Drakens ornament i hallen gloda.
Aldrig skall alder frtvina eller slta sina spar. Ni ska dit varken sol eller mne nr. Dr sang blir till klagan och stratt blir till grat. Dr smarta r evig och dagar r r.