Close your eyes and I'll kiss you. Tomorrow I'll miss you. Remember I'll always be true. And then while I'm away. I'll write home every day. And I'll send all my loving to you.
Here I stand all alone. Have my mind turned to stone. Have my heart filled up with ice. To avoid it's breakin' twice. . Thanks to you, my dear old friend.
Born into somewhere unseen and unknown. Just like a wonder so small and alone. . Take me away into your innocent dreams. Maybe I'd see what it all means.
Higher. It's what I expect from my life. It's like a wire. That holds me back down to the ground. . Oh, I hear you say. That is the way of the world. No, hear what I say.
I believe what we called a game. Is more than just a handful of pain. . I still remember every hour. Every second has been ours. Far away from any burden.
Do you believe in fate or chances. Design or coincidences?. Would you say that all the people. Live their life for good and evil?. . Some have reached the end of patience.
1349. Times of decay. Pestilence. Blood. Supreme. The years of sickening souls. . Can you feel the breath upon your neck. Hear the cruel voice of the old.
Born in fire and ice. Pure of heart, mind and soul. I crush the walls of ignorance. Never to betray my heritage. . You can kill my body. But my ravishing moral I'll keep for myself.
[Music: Hrimgrimnir, Lyric: Vanargandr]. . Tiden er kommet som engang var fortalt. der menneskets verden i sorg skal bli lagt. Tre kalde vintre legger sin bleke arm.
[Music: Vanargandr, Lyric: Vanargandr]. . P vigrids slette en kjlig natt. hviler der en tke tett. Foles som et himmelsk kvel. der jeg str forlatt i tkens hjerte.
Terrorveldet gyver ut. Enhver en svikefull akt. Et iscenesatt spill av misantrofer vi er. Terrorveldet tar kontroll. Angrep fra alle hold. Total utslettelse av det eksisterende.
[Music: Hrimgrimnir, Lyric: Vanargandr]. . P norsk jord vi str. snner av den nornne tt. Stolte vi str med sverd og skjold i hnd. Vi husker den tid. en tid glemt.
I lay the final weight to your shoulders. I make your life tip over. Life is a slow sadistic torment. I only increase the speed. . Am I really that cruel.
Touch the fire and get burned. Plead for mercy and never return. Stare deep into the darkest abyss. Until the abyss stares back at you. . It is all but irony.
Gautaty sendte Gondul og Skogul for kre blant kongene,. hvem av Yngves tt skulle g til Odin og vre i Valhall. [fra Hkonarml]. . Dra mine fagre myer. dra og bring dem inn.
[Music: Vanargandr, Lyric: Vanargandr]. . Stende i en skog av skodde. kjenner en eim av kulde slende. Det ventes dd i kveld. dden over meg selv. Her i Mrkvedens indre sal.
[Music and Lyric: Vanargandr]. . I opphavs tider var ingenting, ikke sand, ikke sj eller svale blger;. jord og opphimmel fantes der ikke, bare Ginnunga-gap og gras ingen steder.
Et ritus i smerte et ritus i blod. Metall mot kjtt alt blir ddt. Et slakt i Hov et offer av blot. Metall mot kjtt alt blir ddt. . En flukt fra livet en reise uten tid.