Death god, king god, father of all
From the bowels of Ginnunga, create the world
The blood of Ymer flows through the land
As the king sits on the highest seat
In the morning of ages, the oldest of gods
Lifted the land to the heights
From the flesh and blood of the old giant Ymer
The world of Midgard was formed

In the well of Mimer...the power of wisdom lay
The sweetest of meads was given to our king
In return for the eye he gave

War god, king god, father of all
Nine chants of power, power of the runes
Nine nights he hung in the great tree of life
I know I hung in the windswept tree, nine whole nights
Pierced by my own spear and given to Odin
Myself to myself

King god
Hail and praise the king of Asgard
King god
Hail and praise the god of war

Death god, king god, father of all
From the bowels of Ginnunga, create the world
The blood of Ymer flows through the land
As the king sits on the highest seat
War god, king god, father of all
Nine chants of power, power of the runes
Nine nights he hung in the great tree of life.

We are the new crusaders
We are the first in line
We are the coming, the rising storm
A manifestation granded in soulless flesh
We are the beginning, the end
And all that's in between
We are the future of the evolution
Transformed into wretched filth

I despise the human innocence
I vomit in disgust
We are the future dead...we are the pioneers
I create
I create the sickening slime
I destroy
I am a pioneer...pioneer

We are the lost crusaders
Lost in time and space
We are the dying, lying race
A glitch in a perfect scheme
We are the beginning, the end
And all that's in between
We are the pioneers of the dead future

A flaming moon rises to chanting of the night
Our future is coming, this time it's real
A flaming sphere rises, engulfing us all
The future is coming and I'm the first in line

We have fallen from grace
We have the vile stench of life
We are the restless, the wicked
We are the future
I am one with the filth
I am one with the lies
I am a pioneer
And I love the future...dead.

Transform, transcend...
Rise from the ashes of life
I bless the darkness as I bless the light
At the end of the line we are the same

Rebirth, reshape...
Make my passing come
I, son of darkness, welcome the fading light
At the end of the line we are the same

Nothing...nothing...

In life and death we praise our kind
Not to realize that we are sheep and nothing more
We shall fall from grace and we shall suffer everafter
Life is for the meek, we shall transcend

Soul metamorphosis
Soul metamorphosis
Life, death symbiosis

Mesmerized, terrorized...
Haunted by our existence
Never shall you be God
Never shall the wicked rest

I wear the flames of eternity branded upon my soul
I wear the crown of the wicked and I am everlasting.

Blackness came to us this night of sin
And the gates of darkness opened
For the undead legions of Hell
The heavens lay before us this night of death
And the blackwinds roar as the sky lights up with flames

Burning angels fall towards a certain death
Legions march...Legions strike
Bursting into fire, the heavens are aflame
Legion of northern darkness strike

The mountains crumble into the sea
And the sun turns black
This is the arrival of the blackened one
Emperor of the north
Enforcer of doom
He comes to us with darkness
And by his side legions of wolves await...
Await the sign to attack

The battle is over and through the smoke
A new empire dawns

Dawn of darkness.