Åpenbaringens Natt - Helheim

I endeløse tider forlatt, har jeg dvelt I sorg

Men I denne siste natt, reises tidnes borg

Kaster en mørk skygge over det triste land

En kald og hatefull uhygge faller ned I Kristus favn

Jeg åpner mine øyne, ser en verden som venter

Som venter på meg den mektige kjemper

I drepende stillhet sitter, mitt sinn er hatsk, minn sjel er bitter

Jeg lukker mine øyne

Åpenbaringens natt skal komme, når de kristne skal falle

Deres tid er omme, når Helheim skal kalle

Jeg skal knuse kristen tro, jeg skal trosse gud

Jeg skal forpeste lysets bro, for jeg er gudenes sendebud

Jeg sitter I Bond, ved maktenes dom, opprettholder av verdens ordning

Ved det hedenske hordes Ting

Jeg kommer kledd I pestens sorte, dødsgaldreren av åpenbaringens natt

Når skyene setter sprekker er jeg borte, og guds flokk med døden dratt

Et siste pust av dødens vind forsvinner, utslettet alt av en nå glemt fortid

Intet er tilbake av falske minner

Den norrøne stolthet er endelig befridd

(English translation:)

(The night of revelation)

In endless times abandoned

I have dwelled in sorrow

But on this last night

Times of sorrows arise

And cast a dark shadow

Upon the wistful land

A cold and spiteful horror

Falls into Christ‘ embrace

I open my eyes

See a world that waits

That waits for me, the mighty warrior

In mortal silence rests

My mind is hateful, my soul is bitter

I close my eyes

The night of revelations will arrive

When the christians shall perish

Their time is at an end

When Helheim calls

I will shatter the christian faith

I will defy God

I will poison the bridge of light

For I am the messenger of the gods

I sit in Bond

At the judgement of the powers

Keeper of the worlds

By the heathen hordes court

I come dressed in the black of the plague

The necromancer of the night of revelation

When the clouds crack, I’ll be gone, and Gods‘ flock with death departed

One last breath of deaths‘ wind vanished, annihilated all by a now forgotten

past

Nothing remains of false memories

The Norse pride is free at last

In endless times abandoned, I have lingered in grief

But in this last night, the castle of time is erected

Throws a dark shadow over the sad land

A cold and hateful horror falls into the arms of Christ

I open my eyes, see a world waiting

Who awaits me the mighty warrior

Sitting in deadly silence, my mind is hateful, my soul is bitter

I close my eyes

The night of revelation will come, when the Christians will fall

Their time is up when Helheim has to call

I must crush Christian faith, I must defy God

I must destroy the bridge of light, for I am the messenger of the gods

I sit in Bond, by the judgment of the powers that be, maintaining the order of the world

By the pagan hordes Things

I come dressed in the black of the plague, the death sorcerer of the night of revelation

When the clouds crack, I am gone, and the flock of God with death gone

One last breath of the wind of death disappears, obliterating all of a now forgotten past

Nothing is left of false memories

The Norse pride is finally liberated

(English translation :)

(The night of revelation)

In endless times abandoned

I have dwelled in sorrow

But on this last night

Times of sorrows arise

And cast a dark shadow

Upon the wistful land

A cold and spiteful horror

Falls into Christ ‘embrace

I open my eyes

See a world that waits

That waits for me, the mighty warrior

In mortal silence rests

My mind is hateful, my soul is bitter

I close my eyes

The night of revelations will arrive

When the christians shall perish

Their time is at an end

When Helheim calls

I will shatter the christian faith

I will defy God

I will poison the bridge of light

For I am the messenger of the gods

I sit in Bond

At the judgment of the powers

Keeper of the worlds

By the heathen hordes court

I come dressed in the black of the plague

The necromancer of the night of revelation

When the clouds crack, I’ll be gone, and Gods ‘flock with death departed

One last breath of deaths ‘wind vanished, annihilated all by a now forgotten

past

Nothing remains of false memories

The Norse pride is free at last