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SVARTAHRID LYRICS
"Forthcoming Storm" (1999)
1. Atter Et Rike
2. Faustbitten
3. Lagnaden
4. Forthcoming Storm
5. Sjelefall
6. Under Den Enoydes Trone
7. Herskende I Blod
8. Stier Av Hat
9. Gods Of War
10. Lords Mystery
1. Atter Et Rike
Den score lognen har fatt fare altfor lenge
De tusen ar de tok skal snarest tas igjen
Med vold og makt vi igjen skal triumfere
Vi krigersjeler tilber kun var ende en
Odin - Allfader
La ditt rike komme
Din kristne sviker vi
Skal knuse alt du elsker
Din gud skal do(ha)
Og henges opp til spott
Ja, bare vent til himmel
Rike faller et
Rike skal reise
Seg endelost og goldt
Atter et rike
Rike stort
Den gylne hallen i skyene skal atter-
Apne sine dorer for brodre falt i strid
Der skal hostes stor aere for innbitt
Kamp mot denne "sakalt" gode gud
[English translation:]
[The kingdom's return]
The big lie has lived far too long
The thousand yeats they took
Will soon be re-gained
With violence and power
We'll triumph again
We warrior souls
Worship our only one
You christian traitor
Weell destroy everything you love
Your god will die and hang in disgrace
Wait only till heaven falls
A kingdom will rise
Eternal and barren
The golden hall in the skies
Will again open its doors
For brothers fallen in battle
Great honour will come
For determined fight against
Your "so-called good god"
2. Faustbitten
Free as the wind i roam the mount ainside
Following the path of the chilling nortwind
We the brothers of the northern hammer
Are wielding our swords in eternal war
Raventhrone
Countless bodies lies scattered and torn
Death is granted to our hated friends
The fields of battle are drenched in blood
In the sky above the ravens cry
Raventhrone
Troughout times our legacy is handed
From father to son
So bow down to the northern spirit
And be the chosen one
Gather your brothers and call for war
That is what we're chosen for
Be the one to defy their god
Intruders of land, destroyers of faith
3. Lagnaden
Bror skal gi bror sin
Banesar i kampen
Soskenbard skal
Slice blodsband
Hardt er det i heimen
Hor det skal ra der
Vindtid, vargtid skjold
Blir splintret
Vargtid, sverdtid
For jorden gar under
Ingen skander
En annens liv
Modig har vi stridt her
Na star vi pa hauger
Av eggslitne goter
Som orner pa kvist
Med heder skal vi do
Om i dag eller i morgen
Ingen lever natten
Etter nornenes dom
[English translation:]
[The doom]
Brother will give brother
Fatal wounds in battle
Cousins will tear blood ties
It will be hard at home
Where lewdness will rule
In the time of wind
And wolves, shields
Will be shattered
In the time of wolves
And swords
Before the armageddon
Not one will spare
Another's life
Bravely
We have fought here
Now we're standing
On piles of torn goths
Like eagles on sticks
With honour we will die
Whether today
Or tomorrow
Nobody lives the day
After the nornenes
Judgement
4. Forthcoming Storm
In the land of the frozen sun
I saw a mighty sculpture, forever changing form
It told me great stories of the
Forthcoming storm
I wandered through the forest at night
Followed the path to enlightenment
I await my propechy to be fulfilled
The glorious night, eternal night
Angels rain from the sky
Their eyes filled with fright
Struck dead by the coming
Of the glorious eternal night
I see the world in flames
From the throne in my castle
The white one has fallen
The night is ours
5. Sjelefall
Likbleke fjes mot manen skuler
Synger sanger, lokker sjeler
Dysser dem i vintersovn
Forevig messer vetters sang
Smerteskrik av endelos pinsel
Hyl fra sjelers knuste drom
Aldri mer fa fagert skue
Forevig tapt i vetters sovn
Vintersorg
Sangen fros marg og bein
Fredlos sovn gjestet av skromt
Falt i avmakt pa isende sten
Til vintersorg evig jeg var domt
Vintersorg
[English translation:]
[Fall of soul]
A pale face stares against the moon
Singing songs, alluring souls
Sends them to their winter sleep
Forever, the goblin's song
Anguished cries from endless torture
Drom their souls shattered dreams
Never again they will beauty behold
Forever lost in the goblin's sleep
Winter mourning
Their song makes bones freeze
Haunted sleep, visited by goblins
Falling in despair on bitter-cold stones
To winter mourning i'm eternally doomed
Winter mourning
6. Under Den Enoydes Trone
Nar vi star pa seiersvoll
Hyler fryd over seier
Ei tenker vi pa fiendens kolde
Nar odin hans sjel eier
Nar atter igjen vi skal feire
Var aerfulle gjenkomst
La mjodet fylle hvert et beger
Kate flammer slikker likbal
Sender brodre opp til ham
Med oks i hand jeg falt
Odin eier eder alle
I urds bronn jeg har stirret
Til morket ble til lys
Den tidlose ende skal bli
Min evig flamme
I dette riket
Kate flammer slikker likbal
Sender brodre opp til ham
Med oks i hand jeg falt
Odin eier eder alle
[English translation:]
[Under the throne of the one eyed]
Once we stand on victory's wall
Shouting in satisfaction
For our triumph
We will not think as foes cold
When odin owns his soul
When we once again shall solemnise
Our honourable arrival
Let the mead fill every chalice
Ferocious flames lick the funeral pyre
Sending brothers up to him
With axe in hand i fell
Odin owns you all
Into urd's well i have scared
Till darkness became light
The everlasting end will be
My eternal flame
In this kingdom
Ferocious flames lick the funeral pyre
Sending brothers up to him
With axe in hand i fell
Odin owns you all
7. Herskende I Blod
Lik et tard fra avgrunnen
Smidd i jern fra jordas indre
Av svartmagi hans
Tarn ble bygd
For a sca i evig tid
Puster dod over landet
Star som en gravsten
I dette ode morkeland
Med de tusen ars lidelse
Lik pest de herjet,
Nadelost og hardt
Blodtorstig sverd synker
Dypt i menneskekjott
Blodet renner,
Farger eggen rod
Intet liv tilbake bare
Endelost og dodt
Herskende i blod
[English translation:]
[Reigning in blood]
Like a tower from the deep
Wrought in iron
From the centre of the earth
By black magic
His tower was built
To stand there
To the end of time
Breathing death over the land
Standing like a tombstone
In this dark
And barren land,
With a thousand years
Of torment
Like the plague
They ravaged,
Ruthless and hard
Bloodthirsty sword sinks deep
Into human flesh
Blood runs red across the sword
No life is left,
Only desolation and death
Reigning in blood
8. Stier Av Hat
Blant skygger av fjell langs stier av hat
Vandrer en kriger med klinge sa skarp
Han svinger sitt sverd i hyllest til odin
I hap om a fratse fra valhalls bord
Blant skogens syngende traer
Ser han en kilde
Som er innhyllet i sort og mystikk
Det synger fra tjernet en forlokkende rost
Nokkens dotre ber ham slukke sin torst
Med odins lofter om kamp og aere
Lar han lett sin torst overbaere
Ei skal han drekke og nokken han plage
I valhall venter odin, tor og allslaget
Blant skogens syngende traer ser han en kilde
Som er innhyllet i sort og mystikk
Det synger fra tjernet en forlokkende rost
Nokkens dotre ber ham slukke sin torst
[English translation:]
[Paths of hate]
Amongst the shadows of mountains,
Along the paths of hate
A warrior wanders with rapier sharp
He swings his sword in odins honour
Hoping to gorge from valhalla's table
Amongst the forest's singing trees
He sees a spring enthralled
In black mystery
From the tard a temptress voice rises
"nokken's" daughters
Bid him relief from his thirst
On odin's promise of battle and honour
He easily overcomes the thirst
He shall not drink
Nor "nokken" him bother
In valhalla odin an tor are waiting
Amongst the forest's singing trees
He sees a spring enthralled
In black mystery
From the tarn a temptress voice rises
"nokken's" daughters
Bid him relief from his thirst
9. Gods Of War
I raise my sword to the sky
Hail thee gods od war
To you i will ride when i die
The gates to the great halls of glory
Will for me stand open wide
In the sky eternal war will reign
With bloodbrothers at my side i'll slay
10. Lords Mystery
Into the abyss i see
The one embracing me
Lord, circle is complete
Light, will have it's defeat
Bless my eyes
With all its beauty
My eyes are blind
To it's mystery
Dark shadows around me
Chills are all i feel
Shadows, it seems to be
The one is following me
Bless my eyes
With all it's beauty
All will be,
Dark when you die!!!
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