Crawling shadow. Nighttime abomination. Beyond daylight lurking. Hiding from the sun. . And he who mist breath. Is the ghost of my time. The soul of my kindred.
Med sargad kropp, men en sjal sa stark. Jag ligger pa frusen mark. Snon fargas sakta rod, ett sista tecken pa min dod. . "Kloka korpar skall klosa dina ogon, nar i hoga galgen du hanger".
Nar stormen som knackte draken ven. den piskande blast som pryglat askens gren. Allfader da fran hogsatet sig reste. "Mer dryck i hornet" han ilsket vreste.
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.
Aldrig mer m vi talas vid. Men p gstbacken hrs vr klagan. Aldrig mer vi jrtecken finna. Vi mtas vit din gravl. . Rlsans slit vid grdars drr. Varlsar om dd s kall.
Torn and bloody our clothes they are. As we march home from a battle afar. Victorious we were, the raven's were with us. A glorious triumph was reached by dusk.
I en kvalmfylld andlig ken har jag sett dem g. Drabbade av sjlasoten, hglosa, med ilska I synen. Det r som sorgen aldrig skulle lmna deras gon. Som om sinnet hade svarinat fr evigt.
The time is near and all around I felt. The lament and scream of Draita. Dreaming his rage my mind is so tired and faded. I'm sure I can't turn the page.
? ver nordm? ns stormande grav. Klagar den en? gdes blick. P? himlen Tor ilsken rasar. Under korset slav. . ? skgudens fader, V? ssa ditt spjut. H? j baneklingan? nnu en g? ng.
Down in the valley of dragon I see. Thousands of soldiers without the face. They are running they are full of hate. . In just one moment all castle they surround.
I would wake warriors great. Summon warriors of the oak. High as a pine in the forest. Summon those who sleep. Wake those beneath the grass. Buried deep under fields.
I'm the servant of the crown, now and forever. No evil's bigger than the pain, now I feel. I damn my heart for few promises forever. I keep on fighting, I make me strong.
When the time calls me through the storms and fires. I will be there to defeat all the liars. 'cause there's only one warrior who can face the Hell and its lord.
Horns raised and filled with the finest of mead. Valhalla's warriors battle succeed. The lodge so enormous, so many in here. Valkyries serve us the best flesh and beer.
[Arter, while dreaming, feels the arrive of Draita and his black troops. The. fate shows him ancient battles where brave warriors defended the reign even by.
Under Norve's starfilled sky. In a forest so deep and wide. Eight hooves are thundering. By the mountains darkest side. In the shadows two grey shapes.
Blow the winds of bloodshed their immortal chilling breeze. Widespread on the lands of Caldbec Hill. Taking off my head this helmet that's what now I see.
A burning arrow flew towards the sky. To symbolize the fierce ones. To manifest their pride. Torches glows and axemen sings their rhyme. Eternal damnation for bastard souls.
Riding to Hastings, Treading the stone. Wretched of forces for the last war. Harold arrived in time. To stop the enemy's ride. . Near to defeat, he should collide.
Duces instruxerunt copias in acie. Impetus et timor mentis militium perturbaverunt. . Among the lines of the arrayments. They could feel a strange call of death.