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Sidrækil Iƥsënar
03:38
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(Welcome to Iƥsënar)
The essence of madness runs into our veins.
The eagerness of victory possess us.
These sacred lands have been blessed with a thousand enemies'
blood, while our souls were forged in the deepest ice abyss.
The shadow of idols embrace the ground under the sky.
Forsaken, forbidden, defeated centuries ago.
Prophets die when the fire burn their temples.
It's Warlord's pride.
Protected by Vartak, we execute his will on earth.
Our dreams are your nightmares; we laught while you're asleep.
We drench your fields in blood, sowing heads like seeds around.
We'll rape your wifes and your sons will become our slaves.
Welcome to our land.
Say goodbye to your gods.
Sidrækil Iƥsënar.
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Blur um Kйsenŋ
02:34
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(Blood on the Axes)
Winter arrives to the northlands.
Rain falls fiercely from the clouds, thick like wine.
Drakkars sail across white seas.
When Maйku rises, Arkæs descends from skies,
ready for war, ready for smash.
I'll go in the middle. I need to ride with the best knights,
dressed in iron, to the battle, hammer on hand.
At right are the ħvalkaras. Ahead us marchs our general.
At left, militiamen. And over us, the master of war.
Blood on axes and blood on swords.
Now you're fucked, pray your lords.
Blood on axes and blood on swords.
Now you're fucked, go, pray your fucking gods.
Destroyed our enemies will be. Tonight
is a good night to fight, kill and smash.
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Unna Monglen
03:30
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(Under the Moonlight)
The time to devastation begins when the night falls.
Thousands of warriors march across the snow.
Protected by darkness, they climb the walls.
Their friend is the silence because the wind doesn't blow.
Enemies can't appreciate their strength and might.
They only can see the steel shining under the moonlight.
Flags of Bel Morvern go down, one by one.
Now, the banners of Asgardia have taken the sky.
The bodies stain the snow; they are who cannot run.
No mercy and no entombment, only scream and die.
No one can stop the warriors, allied with the night.
They only can see the steel shining under the moonlight.
Enemies can't appreciate their strength and might.
They only can see the steel shining under the moonlight.
No one can stop the warriors, allied with the night.
They only can see the steel shining under the moonlight.
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Ʒo Evaƥƥ Ngeordeika
01:50
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(Ngeordeika across the Seas)
Instrumental.
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(Hymn to the Northern Warriors, part II)
Beyond those frozen monoliths rest the fallen ones.
I can remember still the words their mothers saw them off:
"Go to war, my dear sons, and come victorious back.
I'll see you laying on the shield or marching under the sun."
And under the raising snowstorms, the warriors move away.
There was no fear on their frozen hearts, only corage and strength.
Fiercely, they fight for a long time and kill their enemies
to honry the glorious King of Kings.
Iame lăge aghna ħ'ag Norvaragell Sgă.
Dras Iƥsënar uraëra ħo kaй sikaida.
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(The Men that Become Wolves at Night)
Terror from the dungeons opens on blood upon the floor.
They're serves of the moonlight, slaves of the nature god.
Cold snowy winterstorms that have torn these lands
from years ago tremble when the clouds fade
and a perfect fullmoon shines in the sky all night.
Once men, now beasts dominated by a purpose to kill.
When the werewolf wakes up, their humanity disappears.
All the creatures are devored by an incontrollable hunger.
Cold snowy winterstorms that have torn these lands
from years ago tremble when the clouds fade
and a perfect fullmoon shines in the sky all night.
Cry when you know the price to pay for your new hability.
An eternity to suffer, an immortality to kill.
An immortality to suffer, an eternity to kill.
Forever.
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Velħvor Kœʒ (epílogo)
17:09
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(Velfor's Skin)
Am vakleƥei, skйgain kйa ƥo lйarr varagërens unna monglen.
Ev am nagh, õs skйgain ƥo ħarr velħvv dukæŋ kaitërens.
Den, iam'ighain ven Vartak stħelain ħo Velvħor kœz.
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