Evig minnes vi de tapre som levde under vær hordes hammer Evig er krigen mot de av lyset, til de míter dødens ansikt, dødens kulde Vinder av kulde skal komme, for æ fryse kristenmanns blod
Vært korstog har begynt og hvert skritt er en stake gjennom hvite krists hjerte
Vl brenner guds barn pæ bælet Vl brenner guds hus Tidens mírke skal dekke for solen Perleporten skal knuses
Og hver torne i hans skalle, hver spiker i hans kropp gir liv til nye Sjeler fídt under dødens mektige trone
Vi gær vært dødningtog til dødens land med de endelíse vidder Nær korsfarerne dingler og hvite krists ænd er død Nær mænen skinner blek og ensom, skal lyden av en dødsmarsj bestige nordens mekrige fjell
Borte var de av guds jord, bak en mírk sky mænen sæ ræ og kald Sungen er siste tone av en gravsang
2. In The Mist By The Hills
In the mist of the shadows by the river of the fogpalace Two great spears and a flag of dominion and hate Over the chasm riders of doom
And sometimes the water dares to reflect... As days pass by and the light Is becoming weaker I can watch the death of the sun from my Enormous view Still sometimes I thought my own eyes were deceiving me
Many a misty morning's battle. Further on more experience Soon it's time to hear the sound of the horn in far distance The deathtone call for war
In the mist by the hills the day darkens In this forest death rules Over this chasm riders of doom and face him with a deadly pale Spectre face Grim as stone, ride to the deathfields... Blackness and doom A total eclipse of the sun Die by the northern triology in the mist by the hills
3. Woods To Eternity
In grey depressive autumn times I wander the woods to eternity searching for him trying to remember while the same shy still rules the night We knew then. That these were the children of god The ones who betrayed me and my desire
This must be the desolate land. this is the kingdom of the shadowthrone centuries have gone beyond time, and we in the land beyond the forest, we burnt them in the purgatory, them the children of god. Barerly forgotten these times are, but not for a soul whose rest hasn't been found.
4. Vikingland
Langt inn i mellom híye fjell og dype daler Gjennom norske skoger og mírke huter Bak her en drím for over tasen aar siden Til hordaland kom pesta og bragte død og pine Thekseskogen ble plantet rítter for et rike som skulle komme
Hedningenes land vikingland Svarte sjelers land vikingland
Mens telemarks fosser og bekker enda renner i strie strímmer som Evigheten selo
En ny tid kom hoor turdenbrakene dundret og jorden skalo Som naar trollene kriger om hoem som skal herske ijotanheimen
En ny tid kont... Hvor vinteren blaaser og pisker Det er ikke ly aa finne for den ensomme Pandere som maatte síke fred i nordland
Her oppe paa fjeller ved inidnattsilden kan man endu se De komme som ville dyr ut av skogsmírket Over trollberg...
5. Dominions Of Satyricon
From beyond come the storms Landscapes turn to ash before my pressured eyes Nothingness turns to nothingness And my imagination fades like dustclouds over This deserted land feel to now satyricon Wonder how stormclouds rage And all you can feel is the cold winds of Funeral times, timeless they are
He saw lived and died In these dreams of demons Wondering how he could open the gate to Dark medieval times and bring forth to the domains of satyricon, two great spears and a flag of dominion And hate
Above it all creations fall Living for the quest and the search Dying for the key, living for the domains Arise northern spirit and come forth under The might of the castle satyricon
6. The King Of The Shadowthrone
He wander the fields of death... In eternity wandering our own path Which has been the quest of immortality Yet to conquer for me, but dreams shall not be torn
He is spirit He is stone And he is immortality The king of the shadowthrone
And even the conquerer (of death) Fell as a stone from the mountain And time led to destruction Once he left, he knew then in the past That the seeds should be worthless Spirit rise from your rest and return for them
