Master of the dictatorial realm
controlling the peolple with tyranny.
With a hand of iron
he is the total majesty.

Lord of Ironhead is his name
sitting upon his mighty throne
with his scepter and sword,
and with a face carved in stone.
Lord of Ironhead.

Invade and slaughter,
conquest is the priority.
Terror and torment,
the law is brutality.
Blood, sweat and tears,
the demand is victory.

Baptized in fire and blood,
crowned in thunder and lightening.
Living in the joy of oppression.
Towards the end of freedom he's striving.

As the dew covers the woods
the filthy trolls wakes up to a new night.
Crawling out to their caverns
impossible to spot for an untrained eye.
Taking their first deep breaths
in their swamp of unpleasantness.
Terrifying the woods inhabitants
with howls of lunar ecstasy.

Watchmen of the wild.
Protectors of the solitude.
With malice they guard
the vast and primeval forest.

Stinking goblinfeets stamps onwards
through the sleeping forest.
Their treacherous black eyes
spyes into the peaceful night.
The hunted innocent victims
tryes to escape but fails.
The beasts knows of every corners
up the hills and down the dales.

A king, courageous and proud.
Across the wild seas he sailed
through hard storms and black clouds
with men who could not fail.
Victory was in their tail.

Masters of the handling of steel
with a quenchless thirst for glory.
He ran into the hordes of foes
with his twohundred combatants only.

Better warriors than he had
can be very hard to find.
Even in the worst situations
they did not leave their king behind.

In the clash of arms
the blades shone brightly.
In the clash of metal
he earned his glory.

Loudly rang the ore's cold hearted songs.
Many men was brought up high
though it's he who for Valhall longs
Yet, it's not his time to die.

Upon strong and fast horses
thousands have ridden beyond our borders.
Our standards has been brought
across the whole continent

Hearts of stone
and minds of steel.
Defiel all foes
and crushed their bones.
Gathered under the respected flag
with minds set on conquering.
Hearts of stone
and minds of steel.
Defied all foes
and crushed their bones.
Bonded by their nation
they pledged allegiance to the king's crown.

I'm pulled into the endless theories
in the chronicles of crusades.
Lost in a time of blood and steel
as I'm enchanted by the things they tell.

Most of the soldiers who rode into war
courageously fell for the enemy's sword.
The few who finally returned
carried the light burden of gold.

Climb the divine rainbow
in the endless skies.
Behold the world down below
and seek where wisdom lies.

The well of Mimir
filled with water of wisdom.
The well of Mimir
waiting to give you the power
of heathendom.

Stand with the heaven's guard,
the great and white one who defend
the god's residence in Asgaard.
Search for where Yggdrasill's second root ends.

The well of Mimir.
Trade an eye with the old and wise.
The well of Mimir,
where everything in time
and place lies.

Look into our fate,
tell us what we can await,
before it's too late.

Watch me riude the sky
with anger and rage.
Hear me rule the air
making lightenings all around
with my hammer of magic steel.
My thunder shakes your ground.

With my powerbelt
and my magic hammer of death
I'm the titan number one.
Admire my successful crusade
as I'm victorious up high.

Behind my goats
I'm crossing the clouds,
smashing giantheads
to splinters realt loud.
So hail my existence in songs of glory.
Immortalize me in tales and stories.

Chariot of power.
Defending the wolrd,
protecting the welkin in my
chariot of power.

From the highlands they come
riding at black stallions at night.
Restless chaotic souls without peace
ravage the countryside and killing
all in sight.

Empty eyesockets shining of red
and bodies of black shadows.

The hordes of darkened souls
awakening at night and dissolves
at daybreak.

Nocturnal riders - Unholy dark spirits.
Nocturnal riders - Risen from the graves.
Nocturnal riders - Slays every life of the light.
Nocturnal riders - On their nocturnal crusade.

Beware of their rage of envy,
do not try to save their souls
if life is precious to you.
Nothing can stop their crusade of death.

You, guardian of Bifrost.
You, who's born by nine sitsers.

You, who hear the grass grow.
You, who see hundreds of miles.

Guard your bridge
night and day.

Heimdall. Heimdall.

Blow your horn,
so all the worlds can hear.

Heimdall.

Oh, cruel destiny,
is this what you had in mind,
is this where my trail ends.
I think back on what went wrong,
have I not done noble deeds
and been an honourable man.

Behind these prisonbars I hear
the distant cries of a falcon
riding the eternal winds.
I long so to just breath fresh air
and to take a walk in the wild.
Will I ever look upon the sun again.

Chained to hunger and loneliness
inside this filthy dungeons.
I will see my son nomore,
I wish not to be looked upon
since I am not the man I was before.

God of wisdom.
God of knowledge.
I now pray to you;
Save my soul.

In the land of Meldoria
the sun has dissappeared.
It shines for the high ones
that dwell amongst the clouds.
Hidden from the land at the edge
of the world.
Hidden from the people once so proud.

Meldoria, a people sick of greed.
Meldoria, punished for their deeds.

During the last generations
they've turned their gods their backs.
Now they live in darkness
as the sky has turned black.

Greed and megalomania
carried them away in blindness.
Throwing all ideologies and morals away
for egoism and carelessness.

Let you be guided by history,
learn from your mistake.
Don't forget the high one's majesty,
do not let your great ego awake.

As the holy powers withdrew their support
great plauge infested the land.
The earth shook and ruined the world,
seawaves threw up and drowned the land.

Only a few survived the disasters,
left to breed a new generation.
Stand strong against the greed,
do not give in for the evil powers
of evolution.

I'm an old rover tired of this world
let me follow the whirlpool of life
into the world of happiness
that lies on the other side of death.

Grant me my deepest wish
that I patiently yearn for.
To wander the vales of solitude
and to ride the sky on invisible wings.

I will keep the spying hawk company
and bleed with the dove in its claws.
I will hunt with the wolfpack
and share pain with the deer in their jaws.

A tired and travelled old man I am,
my mind is rich but my health is poor.
Let me begin my final trip,
my soul will fly free forever more.

For many decades I've walked this world
now it's time to pass it on
to the younger generations,
as I leave with great expectations.