Dying with sorrow not in hand,
Welcoming my gods, an equal I am,
A travel awaits before me,
Encircled as a God, dead as a man,
An era has now ended, but a new era will come,
While my destiny fulfits itself,
I glance at the world with wisdom from the end.

My efforts will now be rewarded,
As I enter Kingdom Come,
My hate will now get fatal for those that disapproved me once,
With my misanthropic these soon brought to life,
I'll see an definite end for week, feeble minds,
As I die I'll go further, further than any other man,
To obtain powers and wisdom as a God from the other end.

My death will be revenged with fury of the damned,
My eternal life will be praised by the gods at the end.

Sumaren elleve hundre og åttifira gjekk kong Sverre til harde motåtgjerder,
Drapi på han Ivar Dape med prest og følgje fekk hate større,
Det største slaget i borgarkrigen skulle no trast finna stad,
Horder av menn i brynjer med sverd ville enda opp i mannadrap,
Ingen ante at bragdi hans Arntor kunne slike følgje få.

Ved Hagastrondi på Fimreite låg Sverre sin flåte på fjortan skip,
Med mål å ramma Sogndal bygd, kvar ein gard skulle brennast ned,
Krigaren Arntor gjekk viljugt i strid for å sikra hans ætt evig grid,
Gudane ved hans side og han Magnus med hær og skip.

Utan sidestykkje, eit voldsomt mannadrap, ein eim av daud, fjorden raud, svart, svart slag.

Blodhemn rådde millom Magnus og Kong Sverre,
Deira strid om Noreg si trone enda med Magnus sitt fall med tvo tusen mann,
Svikaren Sverre slost ikkje han, so i tøs han iakttok slaget frå land,
Krigaren Arntor gjekk viljugt i strid kom alder attende døydde for grid,
Dag lei mot kveld, ætti fekk vita, Arntor såg gudane so ein ekta windir,
For å sikra hans ætt evig grid må krigaren gå viljugt i strid.

Mistress of beauty come dance with me,
Let your soul into my obscurity,
Walk with me through the fields of fire,
I will fulfit your utter desire,
Feel the passion, enjoy the thill,
Release the fear, follow your will,
Come to me and confide your trust,
Join me in this dance og mortal lust.

A veil og darkness cloth the mountains,
The sun demises in red reflections,
I look at you with lustful intension,
As my heart pounds with beastly affections,
The chill of night don't make us cold,
We embrace each other so intense,
We walk through nocturnal landscape,
And inhale this diabolic ambience,
This world belong to us, This is our paradise,
This world belong to us, This is where weakness demise.

All the fantasies of my wicked mind,
All the secrets locked up inside,
Will find their way and bloom at night,
When you come with me to my forbidden site,
Come take my had and walk with me,
Let me show you our infinity,
Where lust burns and the beast awakes,
Let me guide you to my diabolical self,
This world belong to us, This lustful disguise,
This world belong to us, This is where evil arise.

How does it feel to lose control? How does it feel as I steel your soul?
How does it feel as I make you undress? How does it feel as I ravage your flesh?

An empty expression as your face turns blue,
Your beauty has paled now that I am through with you,
Your screams are silent, your prayers won't be heard,
The circle is complete as you become dirt.

It is he who holds the power, It is he who reflects the will,
It is he who reigns the masses, It is he who urges to win,
It is he who lights the fire, It is he who controls the flame,
It is he who breeds hatred, It is he who withstands pain.
The endless gap between servant and lord will grow stronger within us all.

It is he who decides the course, It is he who takes the step,
It is he who moves forward, It is he who worship himself.
The endless gap between servant and lord will grow stronger within us all.

From order raises chaos, In chaos there is progression,
In the ruins of man's ashes, Sprouts the resurrection,

A dark narcissistic dimension, A new world to come, The end of civiliasation, The arrival of the Spiritlord.

It is he who lights the fire, It is he who controls the flame,
It is he who breeds hatred, It is he who withstands pain.
Altered perception a moral decay,
A feast for the vultures circling over their prey,
No care for others an individual war,
Where you are enslaved or become the Spiritlord.

Ei likbør hadde han sett komma,
Sigande frå Trodladalen opp Lundamyri,
Audmjuk han i akttok synet,
Kven hadde dauden i teke,
Med otta han keik i kista,
Børi hadde med seg,
Daud, velstelt,
Hvàllætti han var,
Etter dette han visste at Arntor aldri kom attende, Ja!

Stolt han kunne møta dauden,
Gått viljugt i strid for å sikra ætti grid,
Gått mannadrap so ein krigar byrg,
Nekta trelldom, svik, ofra liv i grid,
Men so hemn for oppreisa og slag,
Ville svikarane setegarden ta,
Ein gard so store at den på ein dag ikkje kunne gå,
Tilmed heiden grunn garden er tufta på,
Ei nye ætt skulle setegarden rå.

Sette livet til for ætte og æra miste både setegarden og sæla,
Men då dauden var nær vart han heidra likferd.

Ein tragedie for ætlingane dette var,
Skulle dei verkeleg missa slik ein gard,
Vreida hans Sverre ville ingen ende ta, ingen ende ta.

Heidra!

On the horizon I stand,
Watching the fallen men,
Victims of hatred, greed and desire,
In retrospect I feel no anger,
Only a urge for something higher,
So many have fallen due to my ambitions,
So many have fallen in the name of narcissism,
No men are free to disagree without facing their mortality,
Destroy all dreams, illusions damned in fire,
A hellish need for power is my dark desire.

Fresh blood streams from those who are dying,
I put an end to their misery,
Always chasing never creating,
It is in their nature to obey,
Destroy all dreams, illusions damned in fire,
A hellish need for power is my dark desire.

Molested bodies chopped by axes,
Drained corpses stripped of flesh,
Blood-coloured water swallowing men,
A sight of horror, a monument of hell.

The women bury and mourn their men,
A state of sorrow a pain that will not mend,
I increase their sorrow as I rape their seed,
I put them to sleep if they disagree,
I burn and slay until you obey,
I rape and destroy your legacy.

On the horizon I stand,
Watching the fallen men,
Victims of hatred, greed and desire,
In retrospect I feel no anger,
Only a urge for something higher,
So many have fallen due to my ambitions,
So many have fallen in the name of narcissism,
No men are free to disagree,
Without facing their mortality,
Destroy all dreams, illusions damned in fire,
A hellish need for power is my dark desire.

Dressed in black with a pale expression,
I attack the world with extreme satisfaction,
I am the master, never more to be enslaved,
Broken free from the chains that restrained my needs,
There is time, but no time to waste,
There are rules, but they seem to fade,
I am the master of my own salvation,
A black cloud of obscure creation.

This new foundation, a new generation,
Bottled up on misanthropic hate,
A revolution, a new constitution,
From real hatred, rather than blind fate,
This new foundation, a new generation,
Bottled up on misanthropic hate,
Rebels in the face of conformity,
Founders of the black new age.

This is my life,
This is your hell,
This is my exhibition, and it makes me well,
What you can't stomach, you no longer can stop,
You must eat your hatred or choke it up.

All things must be broken down,
Burned to ashes, bombed to the ground,
A process of purification, where old mistakes are cremated,
No carrier of infection will survive,
No corrupted thoughts shall sound,
The new empire has found its ground.

A vague shadow lurking in the dark,
A sane man's worst nightmare,
A vision containing death,
As a wake in honour of himself,
For equal sane mortals,
It's a nightmare becoming real,
But I, I see it as the final clause of a neverending deal.

I embraced my vision, as it was common for me,
A fate, a destiny, an inevitable early death
Finally I'm dead,
And the vision is revealed for everyone else.