1. DICEMBRÉ

(Instrumental)


2. STORM BEFORE THE CALM

Grief,
Grief unspoken,
Grief in halls of the fallen
Swords against shields
Wail sorrows worth
Echo in bones
Drums upending very earth
Hearths from stones

First fall, hail on white shores
Rain carmine, benign winds did tore
Song heeds, call of the storm
Her sails are raised to war

For the sun, for the moon
For the frozen womb
For the fire that barren blooms
Ride the flame, ride the serpent
Madness without bridle
Will unleashed
For the rising horned idol
Ride the woman ride the beast

First fall, hail on white shores
Rain carmine, benign winds did tore
Song heeds, call of the storm
Her sails are raised to war

For the waves to come
And sea without a shore
For the storm before the calm
Wailing deep throated war

First fall, hail on white shores
Rain carmine, benign winds did tore
Song heeds, call of the storm
Her sails are raised to war


3. FROST UPON THEIR GRAVES

Abeyant winding way
Cascades sheltered in white
Lead them far astray
Where shrouded frail may hide

Pursued is ones prey
Onto trackless ground of frozen grey
Fight to river marmoreal
Where cold-blooded winds of north them flay

Streams blind and old
No sin or virtue here avails
Cede them, nameless holds
Berths beneath thine waves

March onward unmarked trails
Horns underneath bay strident wails
Upon coiling spine
Shed ice-white blades of serpent scales

Frost upon their graves
Furrows fraught with dead
Chill waters to deprave
And slower runs the river red


4. CÁHCERAVGA

(Instrumental)


5. SHACKLES OF THE MOIRAI

Bound you are to brotherhood of flesh
With cold harness of iron behest
One falls, another crawls
Remember none why march at all
One screams, another weeps
And the dead you drag along

Onward!
Pace to keep with dawn
Onward!
Further from light beyond

At one with chain
At one with pain
Refuse to lie, refuse to die,
And no light will have you

Onward!
Pace to keep with dawn
Onward!
Further from light beyond

Onward,
Thy will reborn
Onward,
Thy soul unsworn


6. THE WRIT OF SWORD

Can we truly claim that war isn’t the heart unchained
The will and the action performed in their purest form
As reach of god’s arm is always the blade of his followers
This was and ever shall be the writ of the sword

Hard is toll of life’s decay,
With breaths withering we all shall pay,
See hoards run thinner by the day
Wealth falls to dust on winding way

Why returns a man
To field where he fell
Barrows he fears less than a single farewell
Why kneels a man
On ruins of one throne
When blood of her sons did build it alone

First to reave, blood cleanse the grief
No dust drown the hate nor guilt shall relieve
Why then are my dreams of war
And war dreams of me

Why returns a man
To field where he fell
Barrows he fears less than a single farewell
Why kneels a man
On ruins of one throne
When blood of her sons did build it alone

Witness, the writ of sword

In guise of man and his law
Redeem the road beneath us all

Banner clad spears in thousands wreath
Fallen seethe on hooves beneath
Horns blow the length of man’s breath
Ride the path to gates of death
The writ of the sword


7. GEAĐGÁI

(Instrumental)


8. SILVER AND BONES

Gone in all but gilded name
And line of sired kin
With bonds of honor, acceded claims
Inscribed to far more elder skin

Bred to war, like father, like son
Revenge revived, we stand as one

Steep were the facades of fate
Retribution sought to invade
Like moths to flame, dull the blade
Against the walls assailed

Bred to war, like father, like son
Revenge revived, we stand as one

Forage the fields
What blood they yield
Graves shall fall to seed
When done is my feast
God dines alone
On silver and bones

In defeat and loss, like father, like son
None but strangers, you stand as one
Embalmed in silence, withdrawn…


9. SON OF NORTH

Ota perkele pahin poikasi
Joka on pitempi itseäsi
Mene pimeähän Pohjolahan
Päivän paistamattomahan

Rise son yet not man
Ice anoint, cold baptize
Old names cast aside

Frostborn
Son of north
Onto the arms of war
Son of north

Rise son yet not man
One eye of white with raven’s sight
Your life it belongs to this land
And demise our vermilion guide

Frostborn
Son of north
Onto the arms of war
Son of north

Trail ahead foreseen
Is dark indeed
And devotion heeds
Mere wisps in between

Dead begotten son
When threads are few
They must be strong

Deliver us from life

Bred to war, like father, like son
None but strangers, you stand as one
Embalmed in silence, withdrawn…