Bloody Hate… (And Souls of Dead Dreams) - Asguard

Doors for you were closed

The darkness

Has shrouded consciousness

There is no sense in the real world

All has died around

Already for a long time

That no sense in those dreams

But how many time you were

At the purpose and each time was

Time was broken downwards

Time was broken downwards

My hate and sorrow

Today and tomorrow

Will grow every day

All is stronger and stronger

Fury will become blind

And with blood

Will fill my eyes

There, where there is a hatred

— there there is no

Place for mind

Who thought about spiritual much

Eventually was mad

Sing to me about hot breath

Of death of the forgotten tombs

My hate and sorrow

Today and tomorrow

Will grow every day

All is stronger and stronger

Fury will become blind

And with blood

Will fill my eyes

There, where there is a hatred

— there there is no

Place for mind

Ideas drill from within

Him to not

Find my name in a succession

Of necrologies

Time is pulled together

In a spiral of my dreams

All this truly was

All this will be again

My sight — my message of hatred

My life — my immortality

My truth — my temple of freedom

My death — a seal of my dreams

Fury, anger, ruthlessness — my rescue

Belief in rescue and the truth — my death

The closed doors — a way to reflection

Clearness of mind will replace dreams

Blood, the flesh, the dismembered bodies

To not throw out realities from dreams

Who saw

Who saw though time

Will remember

Remember always

Who already

Already died

— will not

Die never

Who was

Not born yet

Will be

Dead always

You will not recollect death, not life, it is not angry

Dream replaces a reality, but only the death will replace dream

My hate and sorrow

Today and tomorrow

Will grow every day

All is stronger and stronger

Fury will become blind

And with blood

Will fill my eyes

There, where there is a hatred

— there there is no

Place for mind