I sit by the fires gleam all by myself. . Four empty chairs & one've been kept warm. I drink to my kinsmen who sails now with Njord. . I drink to my kin who'll drink here no more.
[Lyrics by Frode Glesnes]. [Music by Gerhard Storesund, Frode Glesnes]. . Skjult bak tidens slr. Fins en tid vi ei minnes. Der ulmer fortidens glr. De er slukket.
[Lyrics by Rune Bjelland]. [Music by Gerhard Storesund]. . Fjorders dyp og dalers sokk. Gaper opp mot Nordstjernen. Stillhetens kryptiske lat trer frem.
Feel the of taste of hate release its bitterness. Caught up in a place to face the fate. From below taken, trapped and tied in chains. Serpent spewing venom from above.
Ormens strid va hard. Jernvpen skrangla mot skallar. Longspyd luta for liv ta. Regn av ildpiler falt. I Odins gny. . Jernvpen skalv. Broddar brant blodig i brystet.
Ormens strid va hard. Jernvpen skrangla mot skallar. Longspyd luta for liv ta. Regn av ildpiler falt. I Odins gny. . Jernvpen skalv. Broddar brant blodig i brystet.
Cold this night as you feel your fright. The horns of doom resound. White knight shines and you know why. The sky burns the giants light. Winter ends but what will come.
[Lyrics by Ragnar Vikse]. [Music by Gerhard Storesund]. . I have seen through raven's eyes. Blood spilt on dwarves-made steel. Young men, old men, ready to die.
[Music by Gerhard Storesund]. [Lyrics by Gerhard Storesund]. . Tell me, Nikar, thou must know. The fate of Gods and men. When to wield the spear and bow.
Across the brigde of colours born. Of fire water and air. Dressed in crimson armours. In hand are bloodwet spears. Reach the entrance heavens gate. Honoured by the brave.
Djupe skogen, Loke-skrall. Jotun frista hammar-skrall. Mjllne brest hugens hallar. Fjell og dalar drottens drnne-kall. I Utgard; Ake-Tor. Flget rka Jotun jord.
Northwards and netherwards. Where towered a dreary palace. She, the ruler of misty Hel ere waiting for you in the hall of death. Hoartfrosted sick-bed hordes trudge.
[Lyrics by Rune Bjelland]. [Music by Gerhard Storesund & Frode Glesnes]. . Fra sin sjels side han vandret. Over heden han gikk. Med valkyriene ved sin side.
For ages I have drifted. Through storms & mists of grey. With knowledge I've been gifted. path to lead me way. Alone in realms of shadows. My solitude I seek.
As blood for wolves for riches and lust. Onward with hammers to chest. Villages burn, burn citys to dust. And for fun they tortue the rest. . Cold, blue steel through a nice day's breast.
[Lyrics by Gerhard Storesund]. [Music by Gerhard Storesund]. . I am called a noble beast. And dim is my name. My keen sword forge a noble feast. Now rests sublime untame.
[Lyrics by Frode Glesnes]. [Music by Gerhard Storesund]. . In a silvershield of frost. Her realm proudly shimmers. Icy wastes and massive mist. Embraced by winds of death.
As thunder borne upon the wind. Was heard the battle's wild uproar. See the angels of the dead. Seek blood dripping crimson red. . Amidst the heaps of foemen slain.