1. NORTH WOLVES

Behold,
The vast swan-road
Path of war
Vinland's trail

I don't fear
The cold grip of death
At sea, nor land
Nor the battlefield

I feel the cold breath
On these shores that we claim
The dead grow cold
We reign

We are the bane of the “lord God”
And his cross
Hail to the North Wolves of the sea
And Fjord

Awashed on the sands
Amidst grappling waves
And tides

Tremble in the face
Of iron rage
And old gods


2. TALE OF TWINS

Soft sings the wind
Voice of the shore
Murmuring tides
Chorus of the north
Land of our birth,
God seed

Ship striking waves
Sails cleave the sky
Foreboding banner
Fate comes to life
Mailclad hordes
Spell the doom
Of all we once knew

From rockiest shore, on shining seas, astride
Vengeful the swords at guarded havens wide
Battle mists painting fields red
For seer and kin unjustly wed

Cold forest fettered
Exiled kin
Wild, the huntress
Death lies within
Nine to the wolves, in vain
Yet a hero reminas

Bitter love, under stone
Bred from vengeance, son of son
Caverns dark, fearless ford
Wield the blade that Odin made
Under the stars

Dreadful the deeds
Of wolfskin encloaked
Flames of revenge
By father are stoked
Ember of rage
Hath wrought
The death of an age


3. SWAN ROAD SAGA

Here and now, we make our stand
Against the wind, toward new sand
Through misty fens I retrace my step
To find hall of ages amiss

White crown-ed waves, lapping the shore
On sands of the west, we shall wage our war
Dragonships cleaving the seas they bestride
Valiant Geat, King of the tides

O, son of Ecgtheow
Champion for Danes
Cross the vast waters
To slay the beast
Grasp your sword
Defend our hall
Alone you stand
Glorious hero of lore

Grieving the lost, battle-brave thanes
Hewn by the claw, lives lost in vain
Boldness in heart, steel in hand
Quench thirst for blood of this land

Fiery eyes gleam up from the moor
At fates command, ye weild the sword
Harpstrings have sung the legend and lay
Eons untold shall recall this day

The claw of woe, by bare hands torn
Symbol of hope, sheer might of man
Hero born of distant land
With might of oak, iron grip his hand


4. PROPHECY AND JUDGEMENT

The Centre of Terra, Serpentine guard
Eternal fire, a sybil hath burned

Zenith of Pillars, columned abode
Threshold primordial, oracular score

Climbing step to the temple, stone precipice
Seeking the wisdom, for Hellenic war

Fell depths in catacombes
Chasm finds maddened throes
Prophesized phantasm
Slayer of pythons' whim

Prophecy and judgement

Spelling Doom and great war
Against Perisian hordes
Locked in Trust, Apollo's word

Purified by Castalian waters
Precinct of Gods
Dragon's Corpse, under strength of Hyperion
Rot !

“First, sacrifice to the warriors
Who once had their home in this land
“Laid in the tombs of the heroes
With their faces turned to the sunset”

“Sure thy feet proud Sparta, take care
A lame king's reign sees thou trip, beware
Troubles unlooked shall vex thy shore
And rolling time, his tide of carnage pour”