1. War Into The World

A strange desire burns
Deep within our hearts;
To rid this world of the weak
To eternally silence the frail

The end of false mercy
Compassion is wiped away
Down with the empire of the meek!

Wuotan! Cast your spear!
Over the Vanir host
Wuotan! Cast your spear!
And bring war into the world!

Our soul now awakens
From a deep lethargic sleep
By the light of a new age
This dawn is a call to war!

Their lies are rejected
Nothing can hold us down
We now claim what is ours!

A return to savagery
No longer are we numbed
Broken are the chains
Forged by the chosen few

Our dishonour of the past
Washed away by blood
Gushing from their veins!

Wuotan! Cast your spear!
Over the Vanir host
Wuotan! Cast your spear!
And bring war into the world!

2. When Ice Crowns The Earth

Skeggöld, skalmöld, skildir ro klofnir,
vindöld, vargöld, áðr veröld steypisk

In this harsh and elongated winter
The laws of the gods are met with disdain
Long gone and forgotten is the golden age,
Fatal degeneracy plagues mankind

When ice crowns the earth
The world will anon fall

Bring the fire of Surtur!
Wipe away all that is flawed!
Bring the fire of Surtur!
Burn that which cannot be cured!

Hear the howling of the fierce wolf Garm
As brothers dishonour their immoral sisters
Whoredom prevails on the earth
Our blood was pure but now it is soiled

When ice crowns the earth
The world will anon fall

Bring the fire of Surtur!
Wipe away all that is flawed!
Bring the fire of Surtur!
Burn that which cannot be cured!

3. The Second Coming

Lies...
Deceit...
Fables...
Hypocrisy...

Beardless men arrived on northern shores
They came from the Saxon lands
With golden relics in their hands
Collecting souls for their god

The heralds of a simple faith
Believe in Him or burn
Convert before it is too late
The year thousand; where is Christ?

The Second Coming is a lie
The old gods still rule the North!
Their god was fed with gold and silver;
Taken from the misguided common man

Soon his temples were erected
All built by Nordic hands
Some were abducted by loyal men
To be hung under a silent moon

Piercing arrows sealed their fate
Their corpses left for Odins ravens!
The Second Coming is a lie
The old gods still rule the North!

In distant lands his corpse decayed
This Nazarene messiah called "God"
Flesh rotted away, like any mortal man
His brittle bones, buried in sand

Now his pathetic slaves remain
Waiting for the trumpets that will never sound
Devoting their lives to a fool long gone
Who's resting in a shallow grave!

The Second Coming is a lie
The old gods still rule the North!

4. Niðr Ok Norðr

Down is the way to Hel's realm
Always north, through the nine worlds
Through valleys deep and dark
wade through fog and mist

The dark road to Hel
Where the dead wander...
The dark road to Hel
The path to oblivion

Niðr ok norðr liggr helvegr
Over the bridge of Gjallar
Covered in gold
spanning the river Gjöll
Guarded by Modgudur

The dark road to Hel
Where the dead wander...
The dark road to Hel
Lead us to eternity!

5. Heracleidae (Seevölkersturm)

And so death was unleashed
By the hatred in our hearts
By the sharp blades in our fists

See them scatter in fear
Sand in the wind, human waste!
With the roar of a lion and the heart of a mouse

Seevölkersturm
Today we end this disgrace!

And so victory was won
No prisoners to enslave or sell
Sent to the afterlife in which they trust

Witness their temples burning
The open skies shall be their graves
Reduced to ashes, wiped from the earth!

Seevölkersturm
The empire of the chosen crumbles!

And so they were erased
Prayers did not change a thing
Closed to compassion are our hearts

Nothing but water are their tears
No holy books to keep us down
The Nordic blonde beast has awakened!

Seevölkersturm
The light of a new age shines!

6. Sacrifice The King

A crowned head, not in battle slain
Still was soaking red with blood
His throat slit, by the ritual knife
To bring good seasons to the land

Sacrifice the King
His blood for Freyr
Til árs ok friðar

Sacrifice the King
His blood for Þórr
Til árs ok friðar

The first autumn
they sacrificed oxen,
but the next season
was not better.
The following autumn
they sacrificed men,
but that one
was even worse.

His blood was sprinkled on idols
Depicting our highest gods
The Allfather, Þórr and Freyr
May the good harvests return!

Sacrifice the King!
His blood for Freyr
Til árs ok friðar!

Sacrifice the King!
His blood for Óðinn
Til árs ok friðar!
The third autumn
the chieftains resolved
to offer the king
for good seasons,

They assaulted
and killed the cursed king
and sprinkled the stalle of the gods
with his blood.

7. Lokabrenna

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8. The Straw Death

A foolish man believes
that he will live forever
If he from fighting flees
and lives the coward's way

When swords and spears remain silent,
the serpent's venom still runs strong
as they conspire in times of peace
the thread of your life brittles

Old and weak you have grown
A disciple of the pale Christ
An insult to your ancestry
You are a coward for eternity

The way of the cross you have chosen,
Your pagan soul was drowned
A harmless baptism they called it;
they murdered all you stood for

Your body is fed, your spirit choked
The gold they offer comes at a price
You may be alive and breathing
Your essence died a long time ago

Ideals and comrades you betrayed
to consort with the foes of your folk
We may have died a long time ago
Only to be accepted in Wuotans halls

And now you die the straw death
Despising the man you became
Maybe alive for a little while longer,
You are a coward for eternity