Kampen mot Gud og hvitekrist er igang!

Evig minnes vi de tapre som levde under vår hordes hammer
Evig er krigen mot de av lyset, til de møter dødens ansikt, dødens kulde
Vinder av kulde skal komme, for å fryse kristenmanns blod

Vårt korstog har begynt og hvert skritt er en stake gjennom hvite krists
hjerte

Vi brenner guds barn på bålet
Vi brenner guds hus
Tidens mørke skal dekke for solen
Perleporten skal knuses

Og hver torne i hans skalle, hver spiker i hans kropp gir liv til nye
Sjeler født under dødens mektige trone

Vi går vårt dødningtog til dødens land med de endeløse vidder
Når korsfarerne dingler og hvite krists ånd er død
Når månen skinner blek og ensom, skal lyden av en dødsmarsj bestige
nordens mektige fjell

Borte var de av guds jord, bak en mørk sky månen så rå og kald
Sungen er siste tone av en gravsang

In the mist of the shadows by the river of the fogpalace
Two great spears and a flag of dominion and hate
Over the chasm riders of doom

And sometimes the water dares to reflect...
As days pass by and the light
Is becoming weaker I can watch the death of the sun from my
Enormous view
Still sometimes I thought my own eyes were deceiving me

Many a misty morning's battle. Further on more experience
Soon it's time to hear the sound of the horn in far distance
The deathtone call for war

In the mist by the hills the day darkens
In this forest death rules
Over this chasm riders of doom and face him with a deadly pale
Spectre face
Grim as stone, ride to the deathfields... Blackness and doom
A total eclipse of the sun
Die by the northern triology in the mist by the hills

In grey depressive autumn times
I wander the woods to eternity searching for
Him trying to remember while the same shy still rules the night
We knew then.
That these were the children of god
The ones who betrayed me and my desire

This must be the desolate land.
This is the kingdom of the shadowthrone
Centuries have gone beyond time,
And we in the land beyond the forest,
We burnt them in the purgatory, them the children of god.
Barerly forgotten these times are,
But not for a soul whose rest hasn't been found.

Langt inn i mellom híye fjell og dype daler
Gjennom norske skoger og mírke huter
Bak her en drím for over tasen aar siden
Til hordaland kom pesta og bragte díd og pine
Thekseskogen ble plantet rítter for et rike som skulle komme

Hedningenes land vikingland
Svarte sjelers land vikingland

Mens telemarks fosser og bekker enda renner i strie strømmer som
Evigheten selv

En ny tid kom hvor turdenbrakene dundret og jorden skalv
Som naar trollene kriger om hvem som skal herske i jotunheimen

En ny tid kont... Hvor vinteren blaaser og pisker
Det er ikke ly aa finne for den ensomme
Pandere som maatte søke fred i Nordland

Her oppe paa fjeller ved inidnattsilden kan man endu se
De komme som ville dyr ut av skogsmørket
Over trollberg...

From beyond come the storms
Landscapes turn to ash before my pressured eyes
Nothingness turns to nothingness
And my imagination fades like dustclouds over
This deserted land feel to now satyricon
Wonder how stormclouds rage
And all you can feel is the cold winds of
Funeral times, timeless they are

He saw lived and died
In these dreams of demons
Wondering how he could open the gate to
Dark medieval times and bring forth to the domains
of satyricon, two great spears and a flag of dominion
And hate

Above it all creations fall
Living for the quest and the search
Dying for the key, living for the domains
Arise northern spirit and come forth under
The might of the castle satyricon

He wander the fields of death... In eternity wandering our own path
Which has been the quest of immortality
Yet to conquer for me, but dreams shall not be torn

He is spirit
He is stone
And he is immortality
The king of the shadowthrone

And even the conquerer (of death)
Fell as a stone from the mountain
And time led to destruction
Once he left, he knew then in the past
That the seeds should be worthless
Spirit rise from your rest and return for them

I am spirit
I am stone
And I am immortal