1. Awakening Of The Emperor

Rise!

"The emperor never really died;
He remains hidden in the mountain,
Together with his loyal knights,
Sleeping until he be needed."

In this era of darkness and despair
When all hope has left the hearts of man
A long awaited event draws near
The awakening of the Emperor

Rise, Germany rise!
Take back your splendour!

"The glory of the empire vanished
An age of slavery prevailed,
But one day he will return,
When the time is right."

Here the emperor sleeps
A sharpened sword at hand
A bear red as blazing fire
Now reaching unto his feet

Rise, Germany rise!
Take back your splendour!

"Once every hundred years
Alberich observes the ravens;
The Emperor will resume his rest,
Enchanted for yet another century

As long as the ravens fly
The emperor remains asleep
One day an eagle will spread his wings
A shining sword will bring back order

Rise, Germany rise!
Take back your splendour!

2. Tuisto

Born from the earth, early in time
Father of Mannu ; first of our kind
Tuisto...

Reaching back to the dawn of time
Your essence lies dormant in our blood
Tuisto...

"In this age of darkness
We reach for the power within
Oh, great father of all
Our connection to the soul
Immortalised in our being
Passed on through bonds of blood
Sons of Ingvæ
Irmin and Istvæ"

Along the borders of the North Sea shores
To the highest peaks of the north
Tuisto...

From the darkened woods in the south
To the Anglo-Saxon islands
Tuisto...

Thousands of years have gone by
The memory faded, but was not erased
Tuisto...

Engraved in northern slopes
Embedded in our very being
Tuisto...

3. Amandus

Slithering from the south
Like venomous snake
Carrying poison to our pagan lands
A herald of a degenerate faith

The runes are carved,
The swords are sharpened
We are eager to spill your blood
The runes are carved,
The swords are sharpened
Under the cloak of night we'll come

"Pater noster, qui es in caelis,
Sanctificetur nomen tuum.
Adventat regnun tuum.
Fiat voluntas tua.
Sicut in caelo et in terra."

"We oppose the rule of your god,
We tread upon the cross of slavery,
We rejoice when your temples burn;
Eternally we hail the one-eyes god"

Sent by the greed of Clotaire
To deceive the pagans of Ghent
Using trickery and foul deceit
To lure them into spiritual slavery

The runes are carved,
The swords are sharpened
We are eager to spill your blood
The runes are carved,
The swords are sharpened
Under the cloak of night we'll come

Smash down our holy idols
Cut down our sacred oaks
The voice of our gods sounds eternally
Destined to outlive your poor wretched lies

4. Blót

"Veistu hve rista skal?
Veistu hve ráda skal?
Veistu hve fáa skal?
Veistu hve freista skal?
Veistu hve bidja skal?
Veistu hve blóta skal?
Veistu hve senda skal?
Veistu hve sóa skal?"

"Sigrúnar skaltu kunna,
Ef vilt sigr hafa,
Ok rista á hjalti hjörs,
Ok nefna tysvar Tý."

Hail to Day!
Hail to the sons of Day!
To night and her daugher hail!

With placid eyes
Behold here,
And here sitting
Give us victory

Wuotan... Valfadr
Wuotan... Valfadr
Wuotan... Valfadr
Wuotan... Valfadr

Hail to the Æsir!
Hail to the Asyntur!
Hail to the bounteous earth!

5. The Architect

"An architect and his horse
Came to Asgard,
And offered to erect a wall,
To protect the mighty gods
From the wretched giants.
In exchange for this service,
He demanded a curious payment;
Th goddess Freyja, moon and sun.
Were to be delivered unto him

Panic grew among the gods
As the mighty wall arose
Soon the word will be done
And the awful debt must be paid

How can the gods
Part from moon and sun?
And deliver Freyja
To Jötunn hands?

In disguise
Loki lured the horse away
To prevent
Completion of the wall

"The architect retightened to Asgard
Only to find the Thunderer
Who answered his rage
By crushing his skull."

6. Foreboding Dreams

Dreams of darkness,
Dreams of death
Dreams of darkness,
Slowly hastening its tread

Grim dreams torment me at night
Dreams which I foresee my own death
No distinct memory remains
Of these things that haunt my sleep
Only visions of my own demise
Lurking in the shadows of my mind

"Fear not, my troubled son.
All things on this earth will pledge an oath
Never to harm you in any way;
No evil will ever cross your path."

Mounted on his eight-leafed steed
Vegtamr rode to the depths of Niflher
To resurrect a dead seeress
Who confirmed Balder's untimely death
Proclaiming the downfall of the word
Before sinking back into her grave

7. Rígsþula

"At kvadu ganga
Grænar brautir
Oflgan ok alldinn
As kunnigan
Rig stiganda."

Rigr kunni peim rad at segia,
Reis hann upp padan, red; at sogna
Meirrr lagdi; hann midrar rekie,
En a hlid hvara hion salkynna

8. The Sword Of Cheru

"Crafted by the sons of Ivald,
Once guarded in a temple,
Reflecting the morning sun,
Now a tool in the hands of the Norns.

Whoever wields it rules the world!

Given to him by a stranger
Vitellius owned the sword
Hailing him as emperor
Eventually meaning his downfall

Whoever wields it will meet his end!

"Flung by fate,
Into the hands of a German soldier
He cut off Vitellius' head
With the sacred sword"

Wherever he and his sword were found
Victory on the battlefield was assured

Time passed by
The Scourge of God held the blade
Assuring victory upon victory
Until Ildico helped fate

Whoever wields it rules the world!

9. The Frozen Seas Of Atland

Here our memory lies
Frozen in ice
Erased from this earth
Awaiting rebirth

Our mortal lives are long gone
But our recollection is clear
I remember the day
When the earth trembled
And when fire filled the sky

The stars lost their place
The serpent beat the waves
I heard the howling in the air
The wolf broke his chains

The end came so fast
Destroying the kings of man
Wiping cities away
Civilisation ends here

... and our bodies lie
Buried in the Sea
... and our legacy died

10. Treachery

A shadow rose across the land
And found its way into the hearts of man
Captured by an alien faith
Men turned into scum of earth

"All the treachery in your name
Resistance was in vain
All the oaths and pledges you took
Wiped away for your selfish gain
You betrayed your fathers gods
For the glory of Christ
You devastated your people
For this selfish lie"

Marching on the Saxon stronghold
Hoping to spread this disease
A disease you call faith
You fight and struggle
Why does your "god" sty clear?

"All the treachery in your name
Resistance was in vain
All the oaths and pledges you took
Wiped away for your selfish gain
You betrayed your fathers gods
For the glory of Christ
You devastated your people
For this selfish lie"

Your nature urges you to deceive
Kill unarmed men
The goal justifies the means
You cannot serve both
Your conscience and your "god"
Dream of wealth,
All you see are pools of blood