I live jeg bli´r, ved fjendens død "Alive i become, by the enemy's death" Svanser i regnen, af sejrens mjød "Swings victoriously in the rain of mead" Forbandelsen "The curse" I på mig bragte, en sky af had, "You brought me a cloud of hatred" med regn og lyn, - min sjæl blev ræd. "with rain and lightning, my soul became frightened." I tændte en ild, ej regn kan tæmme, "You lit a fire, no rain can tame" Sørger jeg vil, for ej i skal glemme, "I will make sure you will not forget" at flammen gror, for hver thors lyn. "that the flame is bursting, for each thors lightning." I mærke den leve, for al jeres synd. "You feel that live for all your sins." Til sidst i brænder, - i kaldes til Hell. "Eventually you will burn, you are called to Hell." På asken jeg pisser, umådeligt vel. "On the ashes I piss, immensely well." Når glemt i blir, - kun værd som pis, "When forgotten you will be - worth only piss" jeg kunst vil skabe, til ære en gris. "I art will create, in honor of a pig." en hyldest til jer, kun grisen får gavn "a tribute to you, only the pig will benefit" og aldrig igen, skal sige jeres navn. "and never again, shall say your name." 2x I live jeg bli´r, ved fjendens død "Alive i become, by the enemy's death" Svanser i regnen, af sejrens mjød "Swings victoriously in the rain of mead" Forbandelsen "The curse"

Mjölnir The Hammer Of Thor, Ragnarok

Hør mig nu, vælgere af faldne. Listen to me now, choosers of the fallen. Jeg snart livet taber, når vølven kalde, I soon lose my life, when the Völva is calling, til tingmøde om skæbnen min. for a meeting about my fate. Tømt for håb blev jeg, I fjendens spind. Empty of hope, I became, in the enemy´s web. Vis mig porten til Odins rige, Show me the gate of the kingdom of Odin, før fimbulvinterens sne vil stige. before the Fimbulwinter's snow will rise. hjemsøgt er jeg i angstens mørke, I am haunted in the darkness of fear, kærlighedens kilde har vølven lagt for tørke. The source of love has the Völva laid for drought. mmmmmmmmmm Rammer jorden med smil på læben. hitting the ground with a smile on the lip. Kongedøtre kom efter lang tids stræben. King daughters came after a long time striving. Svanerne flyver i ring om os snart døde The swans fly in the ring about us soon dead tapre krigere i valhal, jeg snart skal møde. brave warriors in valhal I will soon meet. En blomst på marken, nu mister sin krone A flower of the field, now loses its crown Så´ mange nye, ved skrift med rune. saw many new seeds, by writing with rune. Liv efter ragnarok skal læse om det kaos, Life after ragnarok must read about the chaos, vide hvad der virkelig skete her med alle os Knowing what really happened to all of us. mmmmmmmmmm Kroppen er kold, men i sindet jeg vinde, The body is cold, but in the mind I won, på kampens mark over den jættekvinde. on the battlefield over the Jötunn woman. Jeg tabte slaget, men vandt over hende. I lost the battle, but won over her. Kære børn, Nu bli´r det her je-res minde. Dear children, now this become your memorial. Nu skal i vokse og slås for hvor nærme. Now you must grow and fight for our near ones. Vi blomstrer på ny, ligesom frugtens kerne. We bloom again,just like the core of the fruit. Husk at spørger stjernerne til råd, Remember to ask the stars for advice, efter mit forsøg på heltedåd after my attempted heroism Min sjæl nu hos alfader, hjertet hos jer My soul now with the alfathers, my heart is with you i mærke mig kan, ved første dagskær you can feel me, at first glance in the morning spørg mig i lyset, spørg mig i flammen ask me in the light, ask me in the flame jeg lover, at en dag ses vi allesammen I promise that one day we all will meet mmmmmmmmmm

Suck my Celtic Cock

Lyrics: Widely is flung, warning of slaughter, The weaver`s – beams – web `t is wet with blood; Is spread now, grey, the spear-thing before, The woof-of-the-warriors which valkyries fill With the red-warp-of- Randver`s banesman. Is this web woven and wound of entrails, And heavy weighted with heads of slain; Are blood-bespattered spears the treadles, Iron-bound the beams, the battens, arrows: Let us weave with our swords this web of victory! Will men behold shields, with swords brandished. Let not the liege’s life be taken: Valkyries award the weird of battle Shields will be shattered, shafts will be splintered, will the hound-of-helmets the hauberks bite. Start we swiftly with steeds unsaddled— hence to battle with brandished swords!

Ravens black on wings of night, Nine worlds circled in their flight, One-eyed Father hears their call, Tidings brought to Asgard's hall. Thought as fast as lightning's flash, Memory old as sacred Ash, Huginn and Muninn see and hear, Whisper all in Odin's ear...

Angrib! = Attack

Røskva ( Röskva )

Lyrics: Vem kan segla förutan vind? Vem kan ro utan åror? Vem kan skiljas från vännen sin utan att fälla tårar? Jag kan segla förutan vind, Jag kan ro utan åror. Men ej skiljas från vännen min Utan att fälla tårar. __ Who can sail without wind, Who can row without oars, Who can part from their friend Without shedding tears? I can sail without wind, I can row without oars, But I can't part from my friend Without shedding tears.

(1st line: Greek / 2nd line: pronunciation / 3rd line: English) Τράγεια ήμαρ δαιμόνια (Tragia imar demonia) (Days with the goat & gods within) Αμάλθειας κέρας κατείχα (Amalthias keras kariha) (I felt cornucopia of pleasures) Άσματα αντιπαρείχα, σπίθα, (Asmata adipariha, spitha,) (I offered back songs, inspiration,) κι αιγίδα λακεδαιμόνια (ki egida lakedemonia) (and Spartan protection) Ω Διόνυσε θεέ και πανικέ αυλέ (O Dionyse thee ke panike avle) (O Dionysus and flute of Pan) Έρεβος με κατέκλυσε (Erevos me kateklyse) (Gloom has conquered me) Ω Διόνυσε θεέ και πανικέ φαλέ (O Dionyse thee ke panike avle) (O Dionysus and phallic Pan) Από το φως μ’ απόσχισε (Apo to fos m aposkise) (It dragged me away from light) Δώσε μου ρώμη (Dose mou romi) (Give me strength) Βάκχε φαεινέ (Vakche fayneh) (Enlightened Bacchus) Δώσε μου θράσος (Dose mou thrasos) (Give me audacity) Άγριε θεέ (Agrie thee) (Oh wild one) Ρώμη θέλω (Romi thelo) (I want strength) να σβέσσω το κακό (na sveso to kako) (to wipe out evil) Ρώμη θέλω (Romi thelo) (I want strength) να σπείρω το εσθλό (na spiro to esthlo) (to sow virtue) Θράσος θέλω (Thrasos thelo) (I want audacity) να σχίσω το σαθρό (na skiso to sathro) (to tear apart what's rotten) Θράσος θέλω (Thrasos thelo) (I want audacity) να φέρω το τερπνό (na fero to terpno) (to bring back delight)

The night became, a full moon rose high over the trees, lighting the land till it lay bathed in ghostly day. Things born of earth where he restrained his wildness and wiliness. From the depths of the forest, a call still sounded.