1. SVARTR RUN I

As the black ash falls, in the dead of night,
Eyes of anti-cosmic poison meanders profound,
To rune staves I cast in my cold blood,
Incense smokes through the black deep,
Lashed by the storms of the nightside knowledge,
Where ever I might fly away, those ones go with me

As the Void is flooding through the windows,
I fossilise in the frozen state of meditation,
Concentrated on the primary rune of trance,
Under the cold-hearted radiation of Isaz,
Drowned in eleven waters of Élivágar
I strive for the creeping Gullveig's gifts

Icy stillness slowly sinks fylgja into oblivion,
Numbs all limbs into ceaseless sleep,
Beneath gleaming cobwebs of hoarfrost,
Deep in the journey for hidden wisdom,
Gullveig hears my footsteps as I pass,
And paint footprints like a bloodstained trace

As the Void gazes straight into me,
I fall into the harsh cold of ascension,
Nifl-essence extinguishes the fires,
Within the feverish mind and though,
Rune of the Isaz induce a deathlike trance,
Bringing me closer to the secrets of Emptiness


2. FIMBULVETR

I built the wall with my left hand,
For which your god will freeze at night
Polar whirls cut psychospheres,
They divide the number of dimensions by zero,
They cut the gut of astral fetuses,
The hooves in the yard stomp on the pulp,
Chicks and larvae of stellar bastards

Ubiquitous inhospitality,
It took me from the doorsteps,
Wood shavings and snow in the face,
I came to the end with the left hand path,
Where in the fire the corpse wax sizzled,
I called Wolf over the smoking cup,
That he would break up the prison of concrete and rust,

Through a barbed wire fence,
A rope hangs from the moon every night,
The undertaker's shovel is still falling down,
Absolute cold is constantly drilling,
Extraterrestrial blemishes in the bark of the tree of life,
Lif and Lifthrasir will not find shelter,
The bloodiest of the world will clot with blood,

I'm breathing a caustic miasma in a frozen garden,
Intersected lights of dead stars,
Spruce on the coffins are still growing up,
Cold-resistant Nekrokosmosu,
I am waiting for a drakkar from dead nails,
Sköll and Hati finally catch up with the princes and the sun,
And Garm will scream loudly in front of Gnipa


3. A GATE THROUGH BLOODSTAINED MIRRORS (XASTHUR COVER)

Paint in blood
A sigil of death
On fading reflections
Beneath this night
Master of their infernal fears,
I take these burning gates... to reign
Pass this torch of evil (so I may become)
Through the candlelit
Bloodstained mirrors...
To succumb to the netherworld of Satan.
Stare through the eyes of my mirror master,
And the mirror stares back into me


4. HELVEGR

(Instrumental)