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

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