Album: Forthcoming Storm (1999)

Herskende I Blod


Lik et tard fra avgrunnen
Smidd i jern fra jordas indre
Av svartmagi hans
Tarn ble bygd
For a sca i evig tid
Puster dod over landet
Star som en gravsten

I dette ode morkeland
Med de tusen ars lidelse

Lik pest de herjet,
Nadelost og hardt
Blodtorstig sverd synker
Dypt i menneskekjott
Blodet renner,
Farger eggen rod
Intet liv tilbake bare
Endelost og dodt
Herskende i blod

[English translation:]

[Reigning in blood]

Like a tower from the deep
Wrought in iron
From the centre of the earth
By black magic
His tower was built
To stand there
To the end of time
Breathing death over the land
Standing like a tombstone

In this dark
And barren land,
With a thousand years
Of torment

Like the plague
They ravaged,
Ruthless and hard
Bloodthirsty sword sinks deep
Into human flesh
Blood runs red across the sword
No life is left,
Only desolation and death
Reigning in blood