SVARTAHRID LYRICS

1. Sons Of Mine

The one-eyed stands at the throne in the halls of a gold, proclaiming war upon man.

Time has come, long foretold...
Arise sons of mine

Sons of mine, tonight we will rise
Bring forth damnation and demise

Death and glory ‒ sword and shield
Rage and hate ‒ seek your destiny.
For you are sons of mine...

Victorious battle, forever glory.
Live in war eternally.

2. Death To All!

Through the storm with one eye open
Stumbling on rocks in the path
The rain has my hate awoken
I feel nothing but wrath

The fire of the white one
Burns so bright
Disgusting light with no insight
Darkness embraces me,
Hide me out of site

Even in the heart of this storm,
I cannot escape the judgement of the one
Who is white as snow
Face my hate
I will shred you like paper
You are nothing compared to me

Purity is about to fall
Hear the enchanting call

Death to the weak
Death to the weak

Death to all!!!

3. Malicious Pride

A limping old warrior
Missing the swordwind
His sorrowful brows
Heavily bearing
The pain his pride felt
A longing for an end

Proudly met in battle
A bitter glow was growing
Tearing his warriorpride
While he was...
Fearless preparing
His hail to the ravengod
A glorious spear
Handed among kings
Placed to penetrate his longing heart

By the own white hands
In honour of Odin
The ravengod

At the field he was insurgent
Malicious pride...
Was his glow...

4. The Coven

Pale figures, dancing decadence.
Ecstatic movement of pleasure.
All gathered at the coven...

In the night of the moon, shapeless figures
Dancing the dance of death,
More intensely now.
Stopped on signal that only they can hear

A fire is lit, nine witches appear
All with fire in their eyes.
Painted on body the marks of hell they bear.
Sabbath, summon the Crimson king.

Ancient rituals, unspoken wisdom
Hidden from those who cry.

Sabbath ‒ summon the Crimson king
Sabbath ‒ Dance macabre...

5. Hellbound

A thousand candles lead the way through the mace of lice and deceit.
As I enter the kingdom of death I fall into the fire...

Fall from grace!

In the realm of hell, chaospawn.
Mighty sculptures ripped and torn.
I'm here for a thousand years
Waiting to be... Reborn!

Soaking up the ambiance of vengeance, violence
I'm hellbound. Revel in flesh.
Indulge in sin.
Death, disease, an eternity.

Blackwinged angels soars the sky.
Through the bloodstained mist
I see the path of fire.

6. Kvestet

Over havet de kom med sin pest av veikhet
Tvang våre guder under grund

Med sine trusler om evig fortapelse,
Om vi ei gikk i kne for Krist

Et millenium av svik har vi nå tiet,
Still iakttatt de hvites ferd

Tiden er inne, vi samler vår hær
Vi er de sorte poeter!!

Vi vil ei lenger tolerere
Dominans av løgn og idioti

Skal legge deres verden forlatt og øde
De skal kvestes til døde

Kvestes til døde

7. Freezing Sorrow

Dark clouds of freezing sorrow await their souls.

Forever two chains to a god, millenniums in blood.
All their life they blindly follow the step of others.

When their life cease to exist
Dark clouds of freezing sorrow.
When they finally realise
That the gates don't exist.

Hell awaits their souls.
Frightened by the threat of darkness
Threatened by beings possessed.

Freezing sorrow

8. Nivlheim

Ni heimer så jeg der i Nivlheims dyp
Dit ned kommer døde fra Hel
Langt fra sola så jeg en sal
På Nåstranda, nordvendt er døre
Eiterdråper faller inn gjennom ljoren
Av huggormrygger er huset flettet

Så hun i stride strømmer vade
Medsvorne menn og mordvarger,
Og den som annen elskede lokker
Lå i sykeleie innsvøpt i glitrende ulykke
Matet av sult og hunger

Så Helhest ri, varslende om døde
Til Nåstrands bredd
Så nidhogg fortære råtnende lik
Et mareritt i kjøtt og blod

9. Scorched

Thrown up on the shores of hell
Digested by the bowls of life

The sum of all my sins
An eternal blackened strife

Scorched by the flame of the unholy
Hardened by the reality of death

A moment of clarity was gained
When drew my last breath

No enlightenment in life
There is no lies in death

10. Likbaal

Vi samler våre falne brødre,
Som har viet sine sjeler til ham
Den enøydes gylne haller
Er duket til gilde for dem

Stor glede det ga meg i strid
En kamp om blod og ære
En dag vi skal kjempe igjen
Og atter fiender være

Likbaal ‒ en ferd til døden!

En glohaug av knokler og kjøtt,
Stridens etterlatenskaper
Måtte dere fråtse av Odins rikdom
Til vi atter strides igjen

Likbaal ‒ en ferd til døden!







SVARTAHRID LYRICS