Mørk Evig Vinter - Helheim

I opphavs tider var ingenting, ikke sand, ikke sjø eller svale bølger;

jord og opphimmel fantes der ikke, bare Ginnunga-gap og gras ingen steder

Fra et urvesen av jotunslekt ble kuldeverden skapt

Frostjotner rår over kulde, mørke og den svarte makt

Lange dager og tunge år skal der engang komme, for menneskenes tid i Midgard er

omme

De skal fare til det dunkle svarte, i flammene og kaoset de ikke vil makte

Frostjotner vil fryde seg i galskapens ekstase, de vil bli verdens nye

mektigste rase

De skal vokte verdens bønder, plyndre, drepe og fardømme

I nord ligger slottet, til over tusner jotner

De skuer ut mot landet, der alt skal stå i brann

Tidenes strid

Mørk, evig vinter

Pines i Slid

mennesker der lider

For jotnenes kamp har begynt, mot det menneskene har forkynt

Her skal den mørke skjebne seire, for her skal Frostjotnene feire

Mørk, evig vinter

Det klinger i sverd, økser og store hammere

Skrik og hyl synger som i Nivlheim

Blodet fra jotner og menn flyter gjennom landet, og røyken fra brent skog stiger

i en sort eim

Frostjotner sloss som gale ulver, mens menn løper som redde sauer

Jotnenes makt har satt sitt spor på en engang grønn, flott jord

Ingen liv spares etter denne siste krig for her skal alle dø på verste vis

Kvinner og menn, alle skal lide, til Nivlheim gjennom Slid de pines

I opphavs tider var ingenting, ikke sand, ikke sjø eller svale bølger

Men nå finnes det mørke, kulde og evig vinter, for Frostjotnene har verden

underlagt

I nord ligger slottet, til over tusen jotner

De skuer ut mot ødeland, der alt står i brann

For jotnenes kamp er vunnet, menneskene har forsvunnet

Her har den mørke skjebne seiret og Frostjotnene har feiret

Mørk, evig vinter

In the time of origin there was nothing, not sand, not sea or cool waves

earth and heaven did not exist, just Ginnunga-gap, and grass nowhere

From a primitive creature of Giant- race, the cold world was made

Frost giants command the cold, the dark and black power

Long days and cruel years will someday arrive, for man’s time in Midgard is at

an end

The shall wander into the gloomy darkness.

Into the flames and chaos they can

not endure

Frost giants will rejoice at the ecstasy of madness.

They will become the

worlds new,

most powerful race

They will guard the peasents of the world pillage, kill and condemn

To the North lies the castle

of over a thousand giants

They look towards the land

Where everything will be lit afire

War of time

Dark, eternal winter

Tortured in Slid

people there suffer

For the giants battle has begun, against what man has proclaimed

Here, the dark fate will triumphant, for here the Frost giants will celebrate

Dark, eternal winter

Swords, axes and large hammers will sound.

Screams and howls sing like in

Nivlheim

The blood of giants & men will flow through the land, and the smoke of burnt

forests‘

rises in a black vapour

Frost giants fight like mad wolves while men flee like frightened sheep

The giants‘ power has left its mark.

On a once green and beautiful land

No lives are spared after this last war, for here all will die in the worst

possible way

Women and men, all shall suffer, to Nivlheim through Slid they’re tortured

In the time of origin there was nothing, not sand, not sea or cool waves

But now there is darkness, cold and eternal winter, for the Frost giants have

conquered the world

To the North lies the castle, of over a thousand giants

They look towards the wastelands, where everything is lit afire

For the giants‘ battle has been won, man has disappeared

Here the dark fate has triumphed, and the Frost giants have celebrated

Dark, eternal winter

In the days of origin there was nothing, no sand, no sea or cool waves;

earth and sky were not there, only Ginnunga gap and grass nowhere

From a primordial being of the Jotun lineage, the cold world was created

Frostjotner rules over cold, darkness and the black power

Long days and heavy years will come someday, for the time of men in Midgard is

omme

They must go to the dark black, in the flames and chaos they will not be able to handle

Frostjotner will rejoice in the ecstasy of madness, they will be the world's new

most powerful race

They will guard the world's peasants, plunder, kill and condemn

To the north is the castle, to over thousands of Jotners

They look out towards the country, where everything will be on fire

The struggle of the times

Dark, eternal winter

Pines and Slid

people who suffer

For the battle of the Jotneys has begun, against what the people have preached

Here the dark fate will prevail, for here the Frostjotnene will celebrate

Dark, eternal winter

It sounds like swords, axes and big hammers

Scream and howl sing as in Nivlheim

The blood of Jotner and men flows through the land, and the smoke from burned forests rises

in a black mist

Frostjotner fights like mad wolves, while men run like scared sheep

The power of the Jotnes has left its mark on a once green, beautiful earth

No life is saved after this last war because here everyone will die in the worst way

Women and men, all will suffer, to Nivlheim through Slid de pines

In ancient times there was nothing, no sand, no sea or cool waves

But now there is darkness, cold and eternal winter, for the Frostjots have the world

subject

To the north is the castle, to over a thousand Jotners

They look out towards the wasteland, where everything is on fire

For the battle of the Jotnes has been won, the people have disappeared

Here the dark fate has triumphed and the Frostjotnes have celebrated

Dark, eternal winter

In the time of origin there was nothing, not sand, not sea or cool waves

earth and heaven did not exist, just Ginnunga-gap, and grass nowhere

From a primitive creature of Giant- race, the cold world was made

Frost giants command the cold, the dark and black power

Long days and cruel years will someday arrive, for man’s time in Midgard is at

an end

The shall wander into the gloomy darkness.

Into the flames and chaos they can

not endure

Frost giants will rejoice at the ecstasy of madness.

They will become the

worlds new,

most powerful race

They will guard the peasents of the world pillage, kill and condemn

To the North lies the castle

of over a thousand giants

They look towards the land

Where everything will be lit afire

War of time

Dark, eternal winter

Tortured in Slid

people there suffer

For the giants battle has begun, against what man has proclaimed

Here, the dark fate will triumphant, for here the Frost giants will celebrate

Dark, eternal winter

Swords, axes and large hammers will sound.

Screams and howls sing like in

Nivlheim

The blood of giants & men will flow through the land, and the smoke of burnt

forests ’

rises in a black vapor

Frost giants fight like mad wolves while men flee like frightened sheep

The giants' power has left its mark.

On a once green and beautiful land

No lives are spared after this last war, for here all will die in the worst

possible way

Women and men, all shall suffer, to Nivlheim through Slid they’re tortured

In the time of origin there was nothing, not sand, not sea or cool waves

But now there is darkness, cold and eternal winter, for the Frost giants have

conquered the world

To the North lies the castle, of over a thousand giants

They look towards the wastelands, where everything is lit afire

For the giants' battle has been won, man has disappeared

Here the dark fate has triumphed, and the Frost giants have celebrated

Dark, eternal winter