1. AUTUMN WINDS

Wake the spirit's slumber
Harvest warmth of Summer
When fall begins
Nature changing colors
Apprentice to the Winter's cold
And daunting
The Autumn Gale

Green forests
Clouds are gray
Spirits wander
Warmth astray

Time to leave this place
Soaked and cold
The Autumn Gale
Will bring us home

Far away from here we sailed
With valor we held the gale
That brings us home

High atop the waves
Soaked and cold
The Autumn gale
Brings us home

Golden forests
Skies of blue
Spirits greet us
Warmth inside me


2. WARSEID

One hundred a foe to each of our own
We face our final day
Without fear or regret
Only honor and pride
For tonight in Valhalla we dine

My brothers, ready your blades
For Odin guides our steel this day
Raise your fist to the sky
May all Midgard hear our battle-cry

Lightning strikes as legions collide
Lighting the field in most glorious flame

With merciless skill and brutal strength
We tear our way into enemy ranks
With honor, and for our pride
With the might of a true warrior tribe

In this war, we are privileged to die

High atop the bones of Ymir
Seven gothar 'round golden flames peer
An ancient galdr they chant to the gods
Invoking the power of Tiwaz

Tiwaz
Leavings of the wolf be called
Tiwaz
One hand to victory bestow

The blackest above
A tempest formed at twilight's birth
Released its mighty rain
To flood the land
With rivers of blood

Spirit in iron, iron in hand
Each man with the strength of ten
And the breath to escape one thousand graves
They face an immortal horde this day

Countless fall beneath our surge
And coat the crimson Earth
Blades rip through flesh and bone
A wave of blood-lust through chaos erodes

In its wake
The hellish inferno roars
A glorious raging pyre
For the greatest of warriors

Delivered to the man on his knees
The final strike is witnessed by all
For in the final rays of light from East
A headless ruler falls

Blood curls, as smoke, to the sky
On Hraesvelg's winds it is carried high
To the flame of the gothar on Midgard's peak
A day of which the god's themselves shall speak


3. A BLESSING IN STONE

I asked for a curse
Bane with me dwell
Falling into the sea
Where the serpent's tide swells

I dragged her from the water just as she told

I shall stand alone
Alone in my hell

I will return
But when? How?
Mark my word in sacred stone
Atop salient bluff