Born into a field of flowers, to slowly wilt away
Sheltered by wings, delicately smothered by blindness
Released among the wolves, thus molded by resistance
Ridden by the cla

nemesis_divina

Eder har gjort vaart rike raattent
eder har gjort vaart gull rustent
og flammene fra de veldige sletter er alt vi har aa minnes fra verdig
manns tid

Eder har bragt

in_the_mist_by_the_hills

In the mist of the shadows by the river of the fogpalace
Two great spears and a flag of dominion and hate
Over the chasm riders of doom

And sometimes the water dares to r

forhekset

Forhekset av tidenes vind, Besatt av Nattens kolde gufs
Under ravnsvart himmel de bedriver Blodskam og hor
Med skingrende stemmer de påkaller Dypets makter
I en sirkel bundet a

black_winds

Summon thy hidden wisdom, gather the unholy hate
Winter is at hand, frozen my tears will be
Created by blasphemy
The edge of my sword, the powers of my mind

Win

immortality_passion

am the beast in passionate pain
I am the grim being of the highlands
Of the other side...
I am winter when you freeze
I am the hammer and you are the anvil

Fo

the_forest_is_my_throne

Through years of knowledge, man rode the wings of evil
Through the enormous winter, three years without summer
Prepared for the battles of the north

I sat on my throne

vikingland

Langt inn i mellom hoye fjell og dype daler
Gjennom norske skoger og morke huler
Bak her en drom for over lysen aar siden
Til hordaland kom pesta og bragte dod og pine


mother_north

Mother north - how can they sleep while their beds are burning ?
Mother north - your fields are bleeding

Memories...The Invisible Wounds
pictures that enshrine your thron

du_som_hater_gud

Du som hater gud og kristent liv
Foler hans naervaer som en bitter kreft
Her må det skjendes og skjendes kvasst
Himmerikets enger dynket i blod

Hater av gud


the_king_of_the_shadowthrone

He wander the fields of death... In eternity wandering our own path
Which has been the quest of immortality
Yet to conquer for me, but dreams shall not be torn

He is spir

the_dawn_of_a_new_age

"And I looked, and behold a pale horse:
And his name that sat on him was Death
and Hell followed him. And power was given
unto them over the fourth part of the earth,
to k

a_moment_of_clarity

Without beginning, without end (our lifeblood)
the road for the spiritual outlaw is never ending
and so is the hunt for all those answers
the devil may hold your truth, what

hvite_krists_díd


repined_bastard_nation

Do we need another bastard nation...
another force-fed disgust
Do we need another bastard nation...
aiming at us clinically
Like an insect-swarm
towards the sha