[Lyrics by Frode Glesnes]. [Music by Gerhard Storesund & Frode Glesnes]. . Wounded. I hung on a wind-swept gallows. For nights all of nine. Pierced by a spear.
Axe-age kstid. Sword-age Sverdtid. Wolf-age Vargtid. . I saw the doombringer coming to call. In form of the blind. And the arrow of fraud. Pierced through the skin of the fair.
[Lyrics by Rune Bjelland]. [Music by Gerhard Storesund]. . On the northern winds I ride. Under a dead and pale sky. With a black cloak of ravenwings. That carry me over the gloomy hemisphere.
Fear rule my world still. Has ruled it, shall rule it. Meek is weak. Ill-boding wolfs blood. Crowned in woe, death-stained. Dread-gard Queen. . Sear the runes of wrath.
False peace. None my friend in word. Batteling bards. None my friend in word. Bloodshed. Ill nature comes to pass. War gods. Ill nature comes to pass.
[The Prophetess:]. Who is this man, who for me is unknown. Who forces me to go such a hard way. I am covered with snow, beaten by rain. I am wet through by dew.
I still dream of paradise. I still wake up crying. I've seen the sun, of tomorrow rise. I felt like I was dying. I still dream of forever. I still see me wave.
On the other side we'll stand. We're the strong. In another world we'll meet. You'll be suffering one. On the other side we'll fight. With swords of steel.
Hear me Doom-bringers. Pale-bleak spawn of Hel. Await the seething tide.... . As a venomous omen. An eagle pecks at the dead. Its beak dripping blood....
Hear me Doom-bringers. Pale-bleak spawn of Hel. Await the seething tide?. . As a venomous omen. An eagle pecks at the dead. Its beak dripping blood?. .
Waiting for the morning. For the sun to climb the mountains. For the wind & the waves to answer my call. My sword lays beside me. My ship lays ashore.
Across the moor. We Norsemen rode. & skalds to us sung. That days of glory. Soon should be. When swords bloodred were swung. "One-eyed father. Give us the strength.
Awaken thou one eyed God. Rise again from the slumber!. Give us a touch of the elder strenght. Flowing in your veins. And give us again the courage to crush.
I Hordaland ska hrmenn fella blot. Mannablot te Herjans hr. Nidingverk e. Starkads bot. . Grimme gamle halvtrolls bane-brodd. Harde hirdmanns lodd. Starkads tt e.
Hørte du i Hafrsfjord hvor hardt de sloss der,. Storaettet konge og Kjotve den rike?. Knarrer kom øsfra, lystne på kapplek,. Med qapende kjefter og krot på staunen.
Galders great, nine Bltorn gave. Nine lays of might. Drank the draught of Kvasirs blood. Mead Divine. . Word from word gave words to me. And throve full well.
I am the one of battles reason. I left this world my mothers corpse. I am the eyes and heart of treason. My lullabye the screams of horse. I am the haunting and the hurting.
[Music by Gerhard Storesund]. [Lyrics by Gerhard Storesund]. . Ridden through the flame. The ring be his bane. The oathkeeper's brother bid. The ringkeeper slain.
[The Prophetess:]. . Who is this man, who for me is unknown. Who forces me to go such a hard way. I am covered with snow, beaten by rain. I am wet through by dew.
When Ymir lived. A long time ago. Was no sand nor sea. Nor surging waves. Nowhere was there earth. Nor heaven above. Only Ginnungagap. And grass nowhere.