1. Intro

(инструментал)

2. Storm

Riding an invisible horse
The Hoofs make a lot of crash
Accompanied from a stranger
he comes to get us

You allow to ride the death on you,
you bring him to us,
The one with the scythe in his hand.
Before he comes we hear...
...the Death-Storm

A biting stench lies in the air
He makes us mad, he let us die
Before this end comes,
we hear...
we hear...
...the Death-Storm

invisible but nevertheless to see
"We will see the full moon,
We will never more escape from you,
We will never more defeat you!

You allow to ride the death on you,
you bring him to us,
The one with the scythe in his hand.
Before he comes we hear...
...the Death-Storm

A biting stench lies in the air
He makes us mad, he let us die
Before this end comes,
we hear...
we hear...
...the Death-Storm

invisible but nevertheless to see
"We will see the full moon,
escape from you to be free,
defeat you in the mighty gloom!

Faithfully he falls about you
Aching you will find out his power
Only your last breath remains
Before your soul snatches from this godless creature

Riding an invisible horse
The Hoofs make a lot of crash
Accompanied from a stranger
he comes to get us

A biting stench lies in the air
He makes us mad, he let us die
Before this end comes,
we hear...
we hear...
...the Death-Storm

3. Am Grunde Des Meeres

Wir lieben die Stürme, die brausenden Wogen,
der eiskalten Winde raues Gesicht.
Wir sind schon der Meere so viele gezogen
Und dennoch sank unsre Fahne nicht.

Das Schiff gleitet stolz durch die schäumenden Wogen,
es strafft der Wind unsre Segel mit Macht.
Seht ihr hoch oben die Fahne sich wenden,
die blutrote Fahne? Ihr Seeleut habt acht!

Wir treiben die Beute mit fliegenden Segeln,
wir jagen sie weit auf das endlose Meer.

Wir stürzen an Deck und wir kämpfen wie Löwen,
unser der Sieg, viel Feinde, viel Ehr!

Ja, wir sind furchtlos und fahren zu Meere;
Wir fürchten nicht Tod und den Teufel dazu;
Wir lachen der Feinde und aller Gefahren,
am Grunde des Meeres erst finden wir Ruh!

Wir treiben die Beute mit fliegenden Segeln,
wir jagen sie weit auf das endlose Meer.

Wir stürzen an Deck und wir kämpfen wie Löwen,
unser der Sieg, viel Feinde, viel Ehr!

Ja, wir sind furchtlos und fahren zu Meere;
Wir fürchten nicht Tod und den Teufel dazu;
Wir lachen der Feinde und aller Gefahren,
am Grunde des Meeres erst finden wir Ruh!

4. Sons Of The Damned

Brothers of Metal
Your hands held high
Brothers of Metal
Thousand fists to the sky
Side by side
With iron and steel
Side by side
Fighting for Metal that is real

Sons of the damned
Together we?re strong
Sons of the damned
Together we?re one
Sons of the damned
With the Gods on our side
Sons of the damned
(Let us drink to our Lord)
We will win the fight

Metal is our Law
Metal is our Life
Metal is our Law
Metal is our Life
We stay together
And show no fear
For Metal
We stay here

Sons of the damned
Together we?re strong
Sons of the damned
Together we?re one
Sons of the damned
With the Gods on our side
Sons of the damned
(Let us drink to our Lord)
We will win the fight

Sons of the damned, Together we?re strong
(Let us drink to the sound)
Sons of the damned, Together we?re one
(Let us drink to our Lord)
Sons of the damned, With the Gods on our side
(Let us fight for Metal)
Sons of the damned, We will win the fight
(Sons of the damned)

5. Noor

Crushes the life of our enemies.
Crushes everyone who has gone.
Crushes everyone who did not believe.
Crushes everyone who turned away.

Ashes at every place we left.
Villages we have robbed.
We have conquered castles.
we have made the gods furious.

Long is the way to our Noor,
it was long away we sailed
And we?re sailed across
The Northern Sea,
Far from home.

The Northern Stars lead us the way to our Noor.

Crushes the life of our enemies.
Crushes everyone who has gone.
Crushes everyone who did not believe.
Crushes everyone who turned away.

Long is the way to our Noor,
it was long away we sailed
And we?re sailed across
The Northern Sea,
Far from home.

the moon is shining so bright, to show us the Harbor.
the morning sun leads us the way to our Noor.

Long is the way to our Noor,
it was long away we sailed
And we?re sailed across
The Northern Sea,
Far from home.

6. Adorned Brood

Words of destiny,
Carried by the wind,
Whispered in your ears
They bear tears.

Looks like an Angel, with the Beast in the internal one.
wild and untamed, hated and beloved

These words come from a Creature,
At home in our heads.
And tell me what do you see
A wolf in a Lambskin?

Looks like an Angel, with the Beast in the internal one.
wild and untamed, hated and beloved

She seems like an angel
Behind her eyes it?s dark and cold
The Beast waits for her Appearance
To take you all in her spell

She?s not what she seems
A vision in our dreams
look beyond her crystal eyes!
Adorned Princess, You?re the keeper of the Brood.

Looks like an Angel, with the Beast in the internal one.
wild and untamed, hated and beloved

She seems like an angel
Behind her eyes it?s dark and cold
The Beast waits for her Appearance
To take you all in her spell

7. Schiff Der Toten

Hört die Trommeln,
die Trommeln schreien,
sie geben den Takt.
Mit blutigen Händen an den Riemen
um die Wellen zu bezwingen.

Hört die Peitschen,
die Peitschen knallen,
sie geben die Kraft.
Mit blutigen Händen an den Riemen
den Krieg zu beginnen.

Es ist die Ruhe vor dem Sturm
Die Zeit bleibt stehen der Mond scheint hell.
Die Zeichen stehen jetzt auf Sturm
Die Meute bläst zum Todduell.

Hört das Schiff, dass schiff im Nebel,
im Nebel knarren,
Gespenstig kommt der Bug zum Vorschein,
mit dem gehörnten Rammsporn voran.

Hört die Meute,
die Meute rufen,
„das ist euer ende"
Schwert und Axt durchtrennt das Fleisch,
und schicken alle in das Totenreich.

Es ist die Ruhe vor dem Sturm
Die Zeit bleibt stehen der Mond scheint hell.
Die Zeichen stehen jetzt auf Sturm
Die Meute bläst zum Todduell.

Es ist das Schiff der Toten
Mit schwarzen Segeln im Sturm
Es sind des Todes Boten
Auf dem Wappen steht das Horn.

Hört die Peitschen,
die Peitschen knallen,
sie geben die Kraft.
Mit blutigen Händen an den Riemen
den Krieg zu beginnen.

Es ist die Ruhe vor dem Sturm
Die Zeit bleibt stehen der Mond scheint hell.
Die Zeichen stehen jetzt auf Sturm
Die Meute bläst zum Todduell.

8. Trollmelody

When the night releases the day
Which pushes cold in your nape,
you will hear this song,
before you flee into the night.

When the day makes him angry,
the night will be attacked from the troll,
you will smell his breath,
and creep finally on the ground.

formed by their Gods.
A part of the everlasting woods.

If the day expels the night,
In your mind the fear remains,,
this song, will fade away
before the crowd moves into the dark.

Trolls in big crowd will now sing
their song, quite oddly.

formed by their Gods.
A part of the everlasting woods.

9. Under Yggdrasil

I sat under the tree
When my Master spoke to me
His words froze my blood
As he told the truth.

Under Yggdrasil
I want to know who I am
Under Yggdrasil
Tomorrow?s awaiting, heading to paradise

I cried for the ones I lost
My heart bleeding for my Brothers
Oh great Lord in Valhalla
Give me Strength to survive.

What do I see each time?
Is this my destiny?
Is this all thats left for me
Confusion and bad memories?

Under Yggdrasil
I want to know who I am
Under Yggdrasil
Tomorrow?s awaiting, heading to paradise

Under Yggdrasil, Under Yggdrasil,
Under Yggdrasil, Under Yggdrasil

Under Yggdrasil
I want to know who I am
Under Yggdrasil
Tomorrow?s awaiting, heading to paradise

Under Yggdrasil
I want to know who I am
Under Yggdrasil
Tomorrow?s awaiting, heading to paradise
... i?m in paradise

10. Drunken Sailor

What shall we do with the drunken sailor,
What shall we do with the drunken sailor,
What shall we do with the drunken sailor,
Early in the morning

Hoo-ray, and up she rises,
Hoo-ray, and up she rises,
Hoo-ray, and up she rises,
Early in the morning.

Put him in the long boat until he's sober,
Put him in the long boat until he's sober,
Put him in the long boat until he's sober,
Early in the morning

Hoo-ray, and up she rises,
Hoo-ray, and up she rises,
Hoo-ray, and up she rises,
Early in the morning.

Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Early in the morning,

Hoo-ray, and up she rises,
Hoo-ray, and up she rises,
Hoo-ray, and up she rises,
Early in the morning.