Ageless rivers flow
Into the blackened fjords
Mountains break the skies
As infinite monuments of old

The sound of emptiness
Wastelands of deathlike sights
These endless yawning gaps
No difference between day and night

With no sun burning
There is no light
With no moon shining
Black shades white
A substance boundless
Indefinite desire
The bleakness is eternal
A flame without fire

From nothingness
To an everlasting force
A permanent chaos
That is forever preserved
A primordial condition

Eternal and ageless
Where all is born
Everything will be destroyed

Born out of worlds of fire and ice
The nature of spirits embrace our lives
From the underworld to above
We worship the fertile soil

Carved in the back
Blood strained wings are dressed
An image of grotesque
The blood eagle of human flesh

Rituals for the gods
We offer our respect
The blood symbols our strength
Our pray is yours to collect

Carved in the back
Blood strained wings are dressed
An image of grotesque
The blood eagle of human flesh

Blood over a stone
The sword penetrates the flesh
Ribs are cut by the spine
Lungs pulled out of the chest

As the eagle takes it's shape
The human life expires
Salt sprinkled wounds
Flavours the blot
To the kings of ice and fire

Wasted ashore by a stormfull flood
Left behind by their natural kin
Raised by disrespected peasants
Born with nothing, but with a world to win

Set aside as a waste of nature
No companion for the wealthy clan
Mocked and feared for their appearance
Blessed by divine beauty and strength

Their youthful spirits urge to rebel
Their nature is to seek

A rebellion adored by their peers
Hatred by the king and his head
Never responding to threats
Hunting down looters of unjust

Their youthful spirits urge to rebel
Their nature is to seek

As the night embrace the hills
They shape as their mothers shame
Wolverine bastards roam these hills
A devilish dance stampede their game

A northbound path
Alone I walk this land
These lordless fields
Untouched by man
Through the narrow woods
Trees shield the wind
Just a whistling sound
Desolation becomes me

The sound of the river
The source to my life
I walk along her
Adoring her pristine sight

I am of the earth
The past is my blood
Ancestors rebirth
My seed grows
Under this majestic mountain
There is a prosperous field
This will be my homeland
Where my river streams

Stone build on stone
Walls become to keep
The outside at a distance
My blood within reach
A body well worn
Scars of life
Here I live
Here I die

The sound of the river
The source to my life
I walk along her
Adoring her pristine sight

Rebirth of life
New moral values awake
A beast takes shape
Awakes an inner hate

Primal instincts let wild
An untamed figure arise
From the shadows it's watching
An enclosure of the skies

Order and rules set aside
The desire for power reigns
The quest to hunt
Shadows the hope of being saved

The savage spirit
No longer restrained
Kill or be killed
The hunter versus his game

Fire on the mountain

Fire on the mountain
Innate evil alive
As the flame is dying
Lord of the flies

Fire on the mountain
Fire on the mountain

Buried alive in a world of disappear
This grey maze shadows my sight
A self made coffin buried by dread
An overwhelming angst fills my head

Captivated by the presence of others
I aim at them to mirror my thoughts
To reflect and share my visions
I am something, without them I am not

From the shadows I watch and observe them
Living my hunger through their lives
Every move directed with caution
Let them see through me, but never inside

I wander through the shadows
Naked by the guilt in their eyes
The eyes reflect my sadness
Shall I seek their forgiveness
How great it would be
To release all sorrows, to set my soul free

I lit the fire
My world burns today
Tomorrow is of redemption
With ashes I wash it all away

There is no reek of sulphur
No overwhelming heat
I see no malignant maestro
I have no sense of defeat
A mental purification
Shape shifting transformation
A blur has been removed from my sight
With the ashes I rise

Liberated by the will to power
I seek no reflection of my thoughts
I have a crystallized vision
I am nothing, without them I am all

With unrestrained steps he wandered the earth
An appetite for survival, a natural law
With no vice nor virtue
There was no moral nor awe

Man was born free, now he is everywhere in chains
Once a wild spirit, now a socialized slave

Harvest the fruits of what is sown
Yet the earth belongs, belongs to no one
By fencing a piece of land
His freedom is now gone

Man was born free, now he is everywhere in chains
Once a wild spirit, now a socialized slave

Welcome to the asylum
A monotheistic sect
Where reasons are abandoned
The one almighty you serve and protect

Mythic manifest of interpreted scriptures
A roadmap to the spiritual call
While life is not enough and death too much
Armageddon penetrates your soul

Doctrines might be carved in your scripts
With the promise of an everlasting better life
But as Messiah don't deliver
You need something bigger
A fear of an adversary unify you all

Welcome to the asylum
A monotheistic sect
Where reasons are abandoned
The one almighty you serve and protect

From the wilderness we arose
Spread our wings in search
For answers to eternal questions
Life after death
The meaning of birth

Sometimes we see it
But most times we deny
Too afraid to live
Then we die

Living for dying
In fear of goodbye
Always prepared
Then we die

Sometimes we see it
But most times we deny
Too afraid to live
Then we die

Living for dying
In fear of goodbye
Always prepared
Then we die

Easy to point fingers
So quick to disrespect
What lie right ahead
Blinded by the awe for death
As we hear the clock ticking
We search and swallow lies
We forget what is of value
Then we die

Sometimes we see it
But most times we deny
Too afraid to live
Then we die