No one we will obey But our gods all alone The oars are gliding in The blackened nordic sea And driven by the wind The waves we must defeat The voice
Översättning: Mork Gryning. The Voice of the Gods.
one we will obey But our gods all alone The oars are gliding in The blackened nordic sea And driven by the wind The waves we must defeat [Chorus] The voice
and spirit That with the dawning of a new age You'll be united with the infinite Spirit soldier The gods sent you to provide for enlightenment The gods
offering? The gods have marked you for your life and death The gods will guide you up to your last breath You will lead a secret life sheltered by darkness
his heated breath brushed through the cool mist A liquid voice called, "Son of Gods, drink from my spring" The water tasted strangely sweet Behind him the voice
of darkness Bathed in the wine of a delightfull night... And lives there, but dies at dawn ... Dies in me with barbarous voice. The dark forest enchant
a castle by the sea A jewel more radiant than the moon Lowered her mask to me The sublimest creature, the Gods, full of fire Would marvel at making
in a castle by the sea A jewel more radiant than the moon Lowered her mask to me The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire Would marvel at making
Now the talking's over, plans are laid and the hour is set Glances round the table, eyes all shining, dark and bright We meet again at daybreak for the
dark plain before the fortress like a coruscating sea, painting the stygian heavens the colour of flame. And the high summer's night passed swiftly. At
in a castle by the sea A jewel more radiant than the moon Lowered Her mask to me The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire Would marvel at making
brushed through the cool mist, A liquid voice called, "Son of gods, drink from my spring". The water tasted strangely sweet. Behind him the voice
