Oh Thou, the most savage of angels God only judges mild Those who chant songs to his praise Oh Prince of exile...
To whom in every tale done wrong (but who) after defeat, always redresses more strong
Like a patron saint of Heavens rejected souls Distinctively closer to Humanity Thou art Connected to Mother earth more profound
Oh Thou fallen angel of gloom, joyfully I join thy side Even if this means eternal fire, I embrace thy kingdom of night
Exile, exile!!!!!
Wandering in Thy wastelands Far away from the heavenly autocrat Close to Thee I chose to repose Liberated from God's wrath Exile!!!
A temple raised for the ones like us With plentiful room for science A shelter for creative minds To dream away in silence...
Oh Thou fallen angel of gloom, joyfully I join thy side Even if this means eternal fire, I embrace thy kingdom of night
3. Victory Or Valhalla (Last Man Standing)
Last man standing Last man standing
Victory! Last man standing! Valhalla!! Last man standing!
Shattered and mortally wounded On the battlefield they lay Farewell my fellow companions Thy souls have gone away
(we shall not behold the green fields nor hear the birds sing in may to defend we have fought and won though with our life we paid)
Victory or Valhalla Must again be the rallying cry Ancient pride restored Let the ancient banners fly high
Broken hilt in my hands I saw my last break of day Here and now we found our graves Our bodies vultures prey If our folk ever doubts Or their souls have gone astray
Then lead the way to this place Where our bones still lay Stand strong with clenched fists Withstand with all thy might
Stand strong with clenched fists Until they are silenced right Let the glory shine on thee Lift thy ancient legacy... into light! Lift thy legacy into light, so their spirits will Shine on bright... shine bright! Stand strong with clenched fists Withstand with all thy might Stand strong with clenched fists Until they are silenced... right!!!
Victory or Valhalla must be Again the rallying cry Ancient pride restored Let the ancient banners fly high
When the cause is noble and justice at thy side To hold what is thine and the fight is right
Victory! Last man standing! Valhalla! Last man standing! Victory! Last man standing! Valhalla! Last man standing!
4. Total Misanthropia
Hate! Take the blood, take the blood Of my enemies Total hate I want them to die Total misantropia Who needs weak flesh or family Total misantropia Say whatever you want Meant for me to hear Hate is the only thing I feel Destruction follows everywhere Total misantropia Hate! I don't need this love War! Bloodshed War! Hate! War! Bloodshed eternally I don't understand (love) I don't want your love Only Darkness and Hate! Total misantropia! If I had only more time (to) Kill! Slaughter! Destroy! The beauty of the pain Destruction of the human race
5. Aris
Hear me, ancient forefather (Ambiorix) Honoured be Thy deeds Leading our tribes against the aggressor Outnumbered, a campaign that could not be won (But forever Thy blood in my veins)
Gracious Spartan civilisation Eternally blessed Thy war spirit Surrounded by thousands of Persians "Molon lave" a final proud statement (None of thee survived but Thy Hellenic glory is everlasting)
Noble was your cause, brave Vercingetorix Sad the day of your sacrifice An example to your Celt tribe Dying in solitude (But Thy soul) forever in my heart
Remember the moment Jerusalem fell The shrieks of the conquered, the conqueror's yell The roofs that we fired, and the plunder we shared The wealthy we slaughtered, the lovely we spared
Aris! And Aris shone! Mars! And Mars rose!
Geuzen der Lage Landen Van Antwerpen, Amsterdam tot Den Briel Helden der Calvinistische droom Nachtmerrie der Spaans/Roomse overheerser Voor eeuwig Uw bloed in onze aderen Noble was your cause, brave Vercingetorix Sad the day of your sacrifice
Hear me, ancient forefather Ambiorix Honoured be Thy deeds Leading our tribes against the aggressor Outnumbered, a campaign that could not be won Forever Thy blood in my veins Noble was your cause Sad the day of your sacrifice An example to our tribe
6. ...And The Horns Called For War
And the horn called for war!
The Franks strike on, their hearts are good and stout Moors are slain, a thousandfold, in crowds Left of five score are not two thousand now No man on earth has more nor better found In chronicles of Franks is written down What vassalage he had, our Emperor (Charlemagne)
And the horns...called for war!
Marvelous in the battle now and grand The Franks here strike, their good brown spears in hand Then had you seen sorrowing of clans So many a slain, shattered and bleeding man!
Biting the earth, or piled here on their backs! The Saracens cannot withstand the attack!
And the horns.. called for war And the horns... called for war!!!!!!!!
No house stood there but straight Its walls must crack In full mid-day The darkness was so grand And no light was in the land
And many said, We in the judgement stand The end of time is presently at hand They spoke no truth, they did not understand 't was the great day of mourning for Roliant
And the horns.. called for war And the horns... called for war!!!!!!!!
Marvelous in the battle now and grand The Franks here strike, their good brown spears in hand Then had you seen sorrowing of clans So many a slain, shattered and bleeding man! Biting the earth, or piled here on their backs! The Saracens cannot withstand the attack!
And the horns.. called for war!!!
7. North Sea
Once there sailed the North Sea The North Sea wide and cold A ship heavily loaded With the world's most precious gold
The enemy ship was floating To steal our precious gold Floating on the North Sea Our North Sea wide and cold Our youngest comrade, the bravest of us all Volunteered to sink the boat loaded with gold
He jumped into the North Sea Our North Sea, wide and cold
Our valiant friend, approached the ship's hold With his fairest knife he gouged out a hole Down! Down! And down! Down went the boat!! Our valiant friend, approached the ship's hold With his fairest knife he gouged out a hole Down! Down went the boat!!!
North Sea! Swallowed by the waves North Sea! They found their seaman's grave! North Sea! Swallowed by the waves North Sea! They found their seaman's grave!
But not before a hostile archer Had aimed at our youngest friend Who got hit in the chest and also down he went We pulled him onto deck And on our deck he died A seaman's grave became his part The message (delivered) to his bride
Our youngest comrade In his young pride Now he embraced the North Sea The North Sea as his bride!
North Sea! Our comrade young and brave North Sea! Down in a seaman's grave North Sea! Our comrade young and brave North Sea! Down in his seaman's grave
8. Blood Of Christ
One last look to the sky Again my end is near Declared 'criminal of war' This is my final hour (Execution, The end)... But the start of my dream The start of my dream Reborn I will be, forever I will hunt! As a traveller throughout time Reborn I will be Forever I will hunt, forever I will be As a traveller throughout time The spear that tortured christ was mine! Oh eva! Hold me once more, bite the apple Who needs this paradise, Who needs this paradise?! I inspired nero to put rome into flames A lieutenant I was, when napoleon Set the world on fire! Oh beautiful sight, mohammed being poisoned... Bible or koran: Pathetic book of lies! (We always lost a battle, eternally we Won a war!!!) The blood of god on my skin The blood of allah on my hands Porco dio! Porco dio! Porco dio! Porco dio! Fìr immer! Voor altijd! Ainia! Blasfemia eternal!!!!
9. Longing For The Ancient Kingdom
Longing for the Ancient Kingdom Darkness still awaits Searching for the Ancient Wisdom Let Fear reign once again!
Evil calling
Evil calling Evil calling The way of the psychopath
Spill the blood!
10. Gætterd¤mmerung (Twilight of the Gods)
Wir sind Gætter (We are gods) Gott ist der Mensch (god is man) Sein ist die Hand die schaft (his is the hand that makes) Sein ist die Hand die verletzt (his is the hand that wounds)
Gætterd¤mmerung!
We are gods, God is man His is the hand that makes, his is the hand that wounds!
As I behold your crucified lord It is pity I feel not a sign of purification And yet it are millions taught by his word
Die Gætterd¤mmerung ist hier! (the twilight has come) Die Gætterd¤mmerung ist hier!
A universal message of love Lessons for the world to be clear But I sense megalomania in his word Dogmatic, based on fear
Die Gætterd¤mmerung ist hier! Die Gætterd¤mmerung ist hier!
Like the word taught in that other book By some other prophet born in the East Screaming 'jihad!!' Lifes they took On the non believers corpses they feast
Not that Jahweh offered the other cheek As he so firmly told his followers to do Too many sacrifices in His name Far too many lies not to look through
And here I stand alone in the night No god or master above me Do I suffer from this lack of divinity
Faith, my dear friend, can be splendid indeed A force to hold on when the feeble soul bleeds Religion served to the masses Might be a dangerous seed Forced down your throat The last thing a free man needs
I walk a lonely path Am I so blind to see? At least I can say my soul is free And my only god is me...
We are gods, God is man His is the hand that makes, his is the hand that wounds! We are gods, God is man His is the hand that makes, his is the hand that wounds!
11. Ode To Ancient Europa
(from Gallia to Germania) I still hear the ancient warcry (Roma to Brittania) I still hear the ancient battlecry
The great old European heroes, the proud old European names Like snow now melted for sunlight, today their lustre gleams
Gone are the great old empires, the proud old names are low That shed a glory over the ancient world, a thou sand years ago But wandering the medieval cities beholding our ancient lands Albion, Saxonia, land of Franks constructed by our ancestor's hands
(from Erin to Caledonia) I still hear the ancient warcry (Ellada to Helvetia) I still hear the ancient battlecry
(from Lusitania to Hispania) I still hear the ancient warcry (Mycenae to Macedonia) I still hear the ancient battlecry
In the country of our fathers on the land and sea Can you hear a million voices? Thy forefathers summoning thee! Summoning thee!
Many centuries ago, beyond the hazy space In Brittany, Eire and Caledonia there dwelt a mighty race Celts they were called, like their holy oaks, they had a giant grace
(fierce was the Byzantine empire Spread over the Balkans, Asia, Minor and Greece Combining eastern and western tradition A gateway to the East)
Slavonian kingdoms, empires and tribes Defending their ancient lands and rights From invading hordes from the East Thousands slaughtered (fair) men and beast
(from Byzantium to Phoenicia) I still hear the ancient warcry (Etruria to Cymru) I still hear the ancient battlecry!!
12. (Het Verdronken Land Van) Saeftinge
Here one can hear the call of the sea While a deadwhite moonlight Is creating the ultimate unlight Or at night, or at night... O sad and beautiful night Full of melancholy When the silent dark waters Are inviting the lonely souls Of mounting lost ones... like me Of mounting lost ones... like me Here once I could hear the bell toll Here once I led a life My home was build... before the cruel Water came May be the death fish washed on the shore With their cold eyes have catched a Glimp - a glimp.. Of my forever lost village Do I hear my ancestors call: Oh beautiful and cruel lost, Forever lost - dark medieval times Drowned land of saeftinge - Drowned land of saeftinge Here once I could hear the bell toll, Here once I Had a life, my home was build... Here one can hear the call of the sea Oh my drowned land Mijn verdronken land van saeftinge... Saeftinge - saeftinge - saeftinge Forever lost, forever lost...
13. On Golden Fields (De Leeuwen Dansen)
We ask not the pleasure that riches supply Our weapons shall regain What betrayers must buy Throwing back the invaders Reigning our land and waves And finally teach these nobles What it means to be slaves
Far more large in numbers Better armed they came But are it not our cities That these rascals claimed? A victory rather certain They held within their hands But courage, craft and justice Gave us a stronger hand
Bloodstained flags Hear our men roar But under foreign rule Bloodstained flags Hear our men roar We shall suffer no more
We shall suffer no more!
"Het Vlaamse heir staat immer pal Daar 't winnen of daar 't sterven zal Alhier, aldaar aan lange lansen De leeuwen dansen, de leeuwen dansen"
Oh, land of the Flanders From field to shore Shall view us as victors
Oh, land of the Flanders From field to shore Shall view us as victors Or view us no more!
For victory was ours against all odds Truly a miracle in a world without gods
Bloodstained flags Hear our men roar But under foreign rule Bloodstained flags Hear our men roar We shall suffer no more
We shall suffer no more!
(I close my eyes. A voice from a century buried by time and dust teaches my ears. And the troubadour sings:)
"Het Vlaamse heir staat immer pal Daar 't winnen of daar 't sterven zal Alhier, aldaar aan lange lansen De leeuwen dansen, de leeuwen dansen"
En de leeuwen dansen...
14. Mother Europe
Oh remember the proud Hellenic civilisation The cradle of Europe where it all began Or the Portuguese and Spanish Armada Overwhelming Thy power, a tribute to the south
Bruges, Antwerp, Ghent forever in my heart Representing medieval Flemish pride Brave Teutonic, French and English knights Thy shining armour now long vanished Thy glory, however, forever remains Praised be the Scandinavian hordes Once the nightmare of the Christian world
I talk of not of mercy I talk not of fear The hopeless warriors of a Willing Doom
Children of Italia In ancient times "Roma Caput Mundi" De Verenigde Nederlanden, parel van het noorden Belgium and The Netherlands stood as one
Mother Europe born from your womb Mother Europe on Your soil shall be my tomb
I talk of not of mercy I talk not of fear The hopeless warriors of a Willing Doom Oh what that gallant spirit shall resume Leap from Europe's bank and call Thee from the tomb
(Hail to the sons of eastern Europe the Slavonian soul never fades) Blessed are Scotland, Ireland and Bretagne Where the Celtic dream still lives on
Shall be my tomb!
15. Evil Prevails
Descend into Darkness Evil prevails Show me the way Storm the Gates of Heaven MASTER! Lucifer... You're the one Descend into Darkness Evil prevails Left Hand Path Master...of...Evil SATAN! Thy Kingdom come Spit on the cross Denial of Mary Mother of Whores MASTER Infernal... Kill the priest Crush the priest Drink his blood Rites of the Black Book Loyal Denial of holy souls Master
16. Fatherland
When the restless North Sea is trying to gain more land And a merciless west wind steals my breath When the fierce waves are pounding on the beaches Plain as an endless desert
Or uttermost vile storms are Teaching my people humbleness Then one can see my land resist There one can see my land fight As gloomy grey skies Cast away the northern sun
I turn home.... Always turn home I turn home.... Always turn home
And our cities and villages Representing centuries and centuries Seem to drown due to eternal rainfall Or the rivers turn into Gold
I turn home.... Always turn home I turn home.... Always turn home
Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland! Fatherland! Keep on turning to my Fatherland! Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland! Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland!
Our cities seem to drown Due to eternal rainfall I watch the rivers Turn into Gold Under a genial sun When snow capped forests Create visions larger than life Then I realise where I belong My eyes have seen the continents The beauty of foreign civilisations
An uncontrollable desire forces me to wander Yet echoes of melancholy and remembering The splendour being mine (make me turn home) Where castles and towers are the sole mountains And father time seems to have less grip Where castles and towers are the sole mountains There my land can be found
I turn home.... Always turn home I turn home.... Always turn home
Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland! Fatherland! Keep on coming to my Fatherland! Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland! Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland!
