Langt…der borte i morket

Gjennom tretopper der manelys driver

Langt…der borte i all take
Inn gjennom min sjel den sorte angst river

Pa de mosegrodde steiner de seg viser

Nar nattemorket har senket seg over

Ekkoene…fra deres grufulle jamring

Endelost…du kan hore

I horisonten langt vekk

Skimtes den sigende skodde

Horder av ild rider manelyset i flokk

Endelost du kriget pa steppene

Nadelost du herjet i fjellene

Du tok dine seire med storm

Knuste fienden ved din hand

Oh, Attila!

Gjor meg til din tjener

Oh, Attila

Ta meg til din h?r

Du levde i morke

Du vandret i sorg

Du plyndret med stal til hest

En stolt og stridig konge

Som erobret hver en borg

For sa a heise fanen til fest

Attila, hunnernes konge

Master of disharmony
welcome my tainted soul
Take me from the hordes of the living
into the blessed darkness
Master of disharmony
take my impure flesh
Lead me into the path of temptation
save me from cowardness

Save me from cowardness

Master of sin
take my cursed heart
Bring me where I can find salvation
dor I am the danmed

Master of death
take my pitiful life
I am enslaved

By the light of the moon
And the beeings of the night
A curse has been laid upon us
To seek and tear celestial gloss to pieces
By the power of death
And the shadow of the reaper
A call has been brought upon us
To complete the infinite fall of heaven
Without the wit or will to end this journey
We continue travelling towards our faith
Harvesting helpless Christian spirits

It is 1999
The human race has to face it
They are confronted with the truth
It's secret--mysterious

A surgeon said it in the news
The human race is dying
But the result is no disease
Searching for you

Metal heart--metal heart
They found it everywhere
Metal heart--metal heart
Lifeless piece of steel

The scaring fact was even told
Total confusion
They found the same nightmare

"The quest for Azunda hath drawn near
The young king, the chaos he brings
With iron grip's sword, chants come forth
The child of dark is he

In prophecy, chaos not bear
In chaos, prophecies begone
The child of dark, hath forseen
He makes his own destiny

The magic he creates is from his will
The magic of Azunda, he shall receive
Iron grip's sword guides his path

Gjennom tidelose morkne drommer
I fuktig hostvind ober landstrakte vidder
Mot Sorias fjellheim
Kommer jeg, en fandens ridder

Glatt er runen på det hoye fjell
Gnidd vekk av regn og vind
Dragende kraft av ondskap lurer
Her ved trollheims muldne grind
Fortumlet av dette morke byggverk
Med rovet gull fra lyets pakt
Brukt som spott til å senke
Deres murer

"The witchborn queen, leader of demonic whores
Profane mistress, captor of sin
Sworn to feed the ill and the weak
and bring their women and men into temptation

Eliza, the whore of the night
attends the sabbath, the theater of lust
The hunter is in the ring, caressing folds of flesh
-Diabolical intercourse profound

She who brings horror to the insane

By the light of the moon
And the beeings of the night
A curse has been laid upon us
To seek and tear celestial gloss to pieces

By the power of death
And the shadow of the reaper
A call has been brought upon us
To complete the infinite fall of heaven

Without the wit or will to end this journey
We continue travelling towards our faith
Harvesting helpless Christian spirits

Gjennom tidelse morkne drmmer
I fuktig hstvind ober landstrakte vidder
Mot Sorias fjellheim
Kommer jeg, en fandens ridder

Glatt er runen p det hye fjell
Gnidd vekk av regn og vind
Dragende kraft av ondskap lurer
Her ved trollheims muldne grind
Fortumlet av dette mrke byggverk
Med rvet gull fra lyets pakt
Brukt som spott til senke
Deres murer

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