Midnattskogens Sorte Kjerne - Dodheimsgard

Taus som graven siger skodden

Våt og mork mot skogen

Legger seg olmt til rette så

Og hvisker kald og tett

Alvefolk og tuss og troll

I rad De vadrer frem

I denna senhost, morke natt

Lusker hver en vett

For a gi seg hen

I nattens vandring gjenom skog

Og mark, hvor stillhet råder

For fred er makt og styrke der

Hvor taken herjer fritt

For lumsk er Den, så hver en sjel

Ser frelsens dunkle trone

Åpne seg I fjernt et syn

Dithen Vi drar skritt for skritt

Dit hvor dette kuldemorket

Og frihet råder mektig

Der tilvaerelsen vil åpne seg

For evige nattens-timer

Der aldri solen reiser seg

Og torker tort hvert blad

Der hvor dommedagens bjeller

Henger på HANS borg og kimer

Men en tåkferd må gjemme seg

Natten står på hell

Og solen titter avskyselig opp

Mellom hoye og bratte fjell

Dog en tid skal komme

Hvor man styrter lysets sete

Og alle alle dens disipler skal

Fortvilet I morket lete

Soke efter en lysets gud

Som morkets tjenere da har drept

Og pinefullt skal de straffes for

Sin uvinnelige dårenskap

Fellen trådde De I selv

Da de provde a felle deb sorte horden

Pines I all evighet

Som uverdiga slaver av Satans orden

Silent as the grave says the shutter

Wet and dark against the forest

Lies down olmt then

And whispers cold and close

Elves and tuss and trolls

In a row you walk forward

In this late cough, dark night

Each sneaks a wit

To go

In the night's walk through the forest

And land, where silence reigns

For peace is power and strength there

Where the roof ravages freely

It is too insidious, so every one is a soul

Sees the dark throne of salvation

Open up in a distant sight

Dithen We go step by step

Your where this cold darkness

And freedom reigns mightily

Where life will open up

For eternal night-hours

Where the sun never rises

And wipes dry each leaf

Where doomsday bells

Hangs on HIS castle and chimes

But a fog must hide

The night is in full swing

And the sun looks up disgustingly

Between high and steep mountains

However, a time must come

Where to crash the seat of light

And all all its disciples shall

Desperate In the dark search

Search for a god of light

As the servants of the dark then have killed

And torturously they will be punished for

His invincible folly

You fell into the trap yourself

Da de provde a felle deb sorte horden

Pines Forever

As unworthy slaves of Satan's words