I'll become From the son of Bolthorn, Bestla's father I mastered mighty songs nine And a drink I had from the strongest mead Got out from? thraerir Valdr
Oversettelse: Alle Sammen Separate. Det vil være verdt It All.
A desolate aeon has passed since the demise of our crown A tragic end which made hecates and predictors wail But dragons still sleep tranquil in proud
With the cold northern wind we travel We're on a journey of a lifetime And we'll fight many battles on our way We'll trample the bodies of the dead
Enlightened I'll become From the son of Bolthorn, Bestla's father I mastered mighty songs nine And a drink I had from the strongest mead Got out from? thraerir Valdr
Screams in the night woke the whole village up Their cattle is getting attacked The fences are broken and blood everywhere Horses are lying there slack
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
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
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 Hungry
Distrust rules in Asgards heart Farbautes son is spinning his web With laughter, lies and malicous acts Infecting our divine paradise But we can not
? 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
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
In the dawn of time, when Ymer lived There was no sand, nor sea or waves There was no earth, there was no heaven An endless abyss, gasping like a wolf
