I am the creator of true will. . Long have I suffered. Long have I been forced. Blinded by their faith. Laughter resounds no more. . I am the son of the ancient breed.
The question is this. By will alone. Does my heart carry the strength. To see you burn?. When I do not wish to part. To see them farewell. Does my heart carry the strength.
I am not in there. I am not taking any part in this. There's no comfort where you are. And I won't give you anything. . I am close to them mentally. But I am inbetween realities.
It was here I was born. While the stars held their breaths. After ages of pseudo-presence. . I climbed the final steps. Up from deep beneath the shores.
Born in a flames in the time before time. In the sparkling embrace of Muspellheim. Born to be your souls darked depths. Before Audhumla, our ancient mother awakened.
Utgards mèrke, langt der ute. Eg kjem ikkje inn, eit offer du krev?. Eit offfer eg krev, ingen lovnad eg gjen. Eg kan gje deg styrke, eg kan gje deg dauden.
Det endelege blå. Fremand og løfterikt. I det urgamle raude. Sviv det som ein gong. Kvitt var svart. . I sirklar går rika. Frå anna til eit går me. . I eigne auger uendelege.
The mind and the flesh. The atom space. The deity and mankind. The distant nebulae. The aeons of death and glory. All within the infant's first breath.
Som eit åpent sår. Kven kunne halde ut. Hvis eg fylgjer deg, blir eg som dei?. -Rak i rygg med fana. Til dei hengde. . Dei vart som trea, livlause. Snakka ikkje, rørte seg ikkje.
Faces - eyes - noise. . Floating patterns of no coherency, none needed. . From behind the chapel of dreams came imagery. From another world. The left for a brighter star.
Facing fear, facing birth. The emptiness, the void, the dreams. Unfold. Burning shrouds, the air is cold. The memories of time and space. Unknown. Sleeping tight in rising flames.
Einsam ho gret, den vakraste av alle. Fanga og l¥st i ei sorg ingen skjèner. . Gleden forsvann langt, langt der ute.. Ei brennande lyst, en ingen h¥p..
Brought here by sorrow. Raised in the depths of fear. . Consuming sanity. Feasting on the joy of Man. . Surrounding the trembling mind. Surrounding the troubled soul.
Lyrics: Ivar Bjrnson 1992. The ravens are flying, the One Eyed. watches. Into the fog, shadows appear. Memories from the First Empire,. covered with gold.
Du drap min son, fjemn eg svergar. Du èydela min veg, og fred med mitt folk. Du sverta mitt namn, dei trudde deg. . D trudde min lagnad var spott og spe.
Staring across the void, seeing eye to eye in folded space. I see you with the colours and frenzy of the sacred rooms. We've met in those dreams, ice blue water ran towards the green sky.
Mindless worshipers of punishment. Un-growers and resisters. . Close your eyes, sense the below. Torment and separation points ahead. Set ablaze like steel through skin.
I close my eyes. As Fire Swept Clean the Earth. Nothing left to strangle. As the cords were torn from our hearts. . "Tired I blew out my last warning, the claws were ripping me apart".
You lie there sleeping. Growing in my mind. A voice from eternity. Awaken now and guide me. . Awaken now and guide me. Awaken now and guide me. . He turns inward to see.
ANSUZ, ANSUZ!. - Skipet fa fr¥ kai. Aldri vil ho vende att;. ho er trygg i stjernenatt. . WUNJO, WUNJO!. - Reisa har v«rt lang. Han som sèd kjem draumen til;.