1. BARBARIAN PAGANUS

War booty, armour forged by the hands of a craftsman
Harvest and noble presents, trading with loot.
Fragrance and stench everywhere
Abundance of everything you may desire

Heroes from the north-east, sturdy Vikings cunning
Slavs, dogged Saxons, juggler Celts and wild Arabs and Turks, mad pagan dogs.
Highlanders, herdsmen and sea-farers,
Warriors and wandering tradesmen,
Nearly all the scum of the heathen nations

Skirmishes and pleasures, women shameless
Wine and beer and booze, drinks galore,
To your heart's content
With a beggar's stick or wielding a sword, it devil may care.

Now live, tomorrow you'll be struck down;
With a bit of luck you'll die a cow's death in the hay.

Every wolf knows the purpose of his mouth,
Hunted like a marauder, unwelcome murdering beast,
Must be uprooted from his own territory.
The headsman strikes the merciful blow
And pulls the rope for everyone who don't bow down their backs.


2. VARJAG

A feared barbarian warrior
Arrived from the could northern lands
A man- beast, slayer a hungry wolf stalking his prey
Owned the steel hardly beaten by anyone
Earned his fame on the cruelest of quests
Looted and destroyed
With no one to tame his fervour and rage

Wealthy catch of gold and steel
And also a usual salt for his meat

Later on the beast merged his blood with the eastern pagan Pack
To conquer vast lands, leaving the trail almost everywhere
Swept all who stood in his way
Ransaked temples, cities and towns
Killed all, no exceptions
All that remained was burnt dust

Wealthy catch of gold and steel
And also a usual salt for his meat

The man fought in armor or naked to the point of exhaustion
No one was found on the earth to break his strength

Trudging and falling with weariness
He kept going on and nothing could stop him
With a sword cut he stood up
Again and again, like a dreadful ghost


3. RESOLUTION

Poisoned filthy blood,
Yellow spots and black death wounds.
Your seed smells, scurvy worm. It has defiled our soil.
Moral demise, a dwindling will. How infectious.
Know that the hate of the unforgiving outlasts eternity

Like a fire whose flames set off a storm in due time.
Come closer, enemy, may our lust for blood grow

Behold our flag, raised high in victory
All is ready for the celebration of chaos and demise
All you, who do not want to be led in blindness
Set the fire of the battleground ecstasy
Gather the demons and fiends of war
We will keep plundering, up to the Heavens gate.
I can see the sky full of flames.
Reunited hordes obscure the horizon and expand into vast Armies of death.
Forth! Exterminate the vermin and burn their stinking Bones to dust.
I can see the sky full of flames
Black clouds of smoke will choke all the brood,
Their seed must be weeded out.
No graves, no burials.


4. PASS IN TIME

Voices of our ancestors become heard in the rustle of the Wind
Gates between worlds stay open tonight
The time of death and rebirth of life
Now we can sweep into to gully and fall down through the Mythical pass
Wood and animal deity
A part of the union, like a stone in an olden wheel
Traces of times long gone ...
A promise of everything they can bring

We shall fare forth on a solemn journey of return
Together we shall sail on the marvellous night
Under the brightest shine of the moon and the stars.
At the time of dying and rebirth of life

A part of the union, like a stone in an ancient circle
Traces of times long gone ...
A promise of everything they can bring

The song of the past will fly with the wind and over the Clouds
It will sound in the valleys, on the hillsides and in wild Waters.
All the riches of my dear land will remain untouched.
There, in the highlands of our unique homeland.

Now we can sweep into to revine and fall down through the Mystical pass
We shall fare forth on a solemn journey of return
At time of dying and rebirth of life


5. SONG OF OUTLAWS

Shining rays of the dawn pierce the grey veil of the Horizon
Betrayal and coldness
Spirits have withdrawn to the underworld
No longer can you hear the voices of ancestors
No longer can you feel what you used to feel

In the world without visions, those above will live and Perish
Cursed pagan gods take their gifts back
Cheat were the mind and heart of blind poor the eld
Perhaps once wise, honest and generous man.

Good or evil, death makes no choice
Time is unrelenting, death makes no choice

Much is forgotten, away, like childhood dreams you Sacrificed
I can hear the song again, cried by ravens since ages
To the fallen leaves of autumn days
Maybe it is the last time, who knows ....
However, the glory stay for all the time
Here on land or everywhere else

.. I can hear the song again, cried by ravens since Eternities
Wandering through the mist,
Carried by the wind.....


6. LEGACY OF HONOUR

The vision of victory must be kept for new youth
Wisdom of the elder to be passed to those who walk the Warrior's path.
The spirit of the master will dwell for all times
In the blade to be the heritage of our sons
You must exert all your strengths and courage
To make freedom more than a word for the dreamers.
All the amazing things we've built
Must not be tread upon by the everyday mob.
Be strong, no more killing brothers,
Betrayal of blood will be punished by torture and Damnation.
Permit no more harm to my people.
Prevent defiling this unique kind.
May kings and chiefs throne in each memory of their noble Deeds.
Brave he who falls, may he find peace and his name be Spoken with respect.


7. SAVAGE BLOOD

Living from fight to fight,
The aim is to know and to conquer.
We crossed hundreds of rivers and braes.
Forest was our abode in the times of during long campaign
And we were part of the nature around us

Mountain ranges surmounted, vast oceans crossed
On land and water, the elements were hunted and tamed.
Together and separate
We've been through adventures only dreamers fancy
Stories that have become legends still told today.

Many a place turned into dust, other were glorified in Unity
By swords, flames and will majesties were seized
Heads of the mightiest of kings bowed to us
With whip and white lies the hosts of common folk were Enslaved.

Our fate had been inscribed in stone many an age ago
Yet few will understand the song of ancient truth.
Not on the world's highest mountain, when wind croons Wistfully.
Not in the deepest forest nobody will hear the words Unveiling the mystery of its wisdom.
Not even when the most barren places turn green.

Forbidden are the deeds of gods,
Vain are the questions where the world would go without us.
All that arose from nature will return again.
All wild, living by itself, outside the world of today's Man.


8. MAGNIFICIENT MASTERPIECE OF APOCALYPSE

All these gorgeous dreams seem to disappear in emptiness
Intentionally forgotten
Swallowed by the pace of time.
Life has dealt so many forms of bravery and amenity
As beauty only can have.
We enjoyed it, fulfilled like no one else.
What else can there be...
What else shout there be...
All the fighting may seem in vain...

Oh, small benighted mortals
All that you held important will vanish in nothingness
A day will come when there is no dawn
With growing darkness, this futile world will be veiled in Deepest blackness.

If you cannot start with yourself, destroy all that you can