For ages we have raped

Our lands and our country side

Reaching only for what was near

Only having seen what was already saw

A set of eyes to the west

A yearning for something more

A reason good enough for me

To draw back the curtains of fog unknown

And the calling of a bleak mind and a warriors will

Crushing waves, howling wind

Our breathe chokes the wintry air in which it stands

Skoll has found the priest, and Hati the moon

The life of the world is soon ready to fade

For Fenrir’s fate

Banish the wolves from the sky o’ wandering one

Gods willing, the grips releasing from the Sun and the ravens fly

A structure, seen on a hill in the distant fog

Adorned in oak, gold and many a cross

Where halfmen who head the word of lies

And spread forth venom spit by their god

Flames burst forth like rays of Solens light

Glaring back not with anger but pride

Under the Burning Eclipse

As the moons slight crest of the sun

Peaks a ray of solens light

Exhaling color that wisps about the ground

And embers that gloom with hate