A keresés eredménye

The witch's blood wakes the pines

A nightly journey, a gate in the dark.
Cradle of secrets, deep inside the rock.
An ancient furnace, the blasphemous smithy of the spirits.
A mad forge of murderous poisons.
A strange echo whispers, come to me. Kneel, our henchman sworn by hatred and blood.
Lower your gaze towards the edges of the earth, tremble.
Spruce tree and pine, bear and lynx. They carry the slayign spirit, the eternal dread.
Guarded by natural, the ultimate sin. Human life is only a moment, the beating of a black heart.
The poison flows through the tree of life like sap.
Cleaning the filth from the grounds and bogs.
Smarting, scorching, tearing and shredding.
Now the villages are inhabited by pieces of skull bone and tatters.
The spirit of ancient times has returned.
The eye of nature has opened.
The plague of the forest has been solved.
The era of mankind has finally ended.
 

Heretic's Verse of Devastion

Gods of oppression and desolation
Arrive from steppes and woods
Spirits and gnomes unmade 1
Rampage like possessed crazies
 
When the sky turns pale
Sub-human dies
Rains bolts of lightning 2
Sun and the eagle
Violence as a payment
Rocky road
Warlike passage
 
Towards the Zion we march
We swear to reap the bloody harvest
Towards the tribes of east to battle
Rejoice the victory against the apostate already
 
Warboots tip cuts through the grain
As blood and shit stains the ground
Rifle blazes, ground sings 3
Our gaze rises
Towards the sun cross 4
 

• 1.
• 2. Literally means 'Rains Ukko's bolts', Ukko being god of thunder in Finnish mythology.
• 3. Tanner probably refers to 'Taistelutanner, which means 'Battlefield' in English. Tanner alone means 'Field'.
• 4.

Victory or Valhalla Osa I

In the shade of the walls, when the sun rises, in the depths of the fog
In the embrace of the deep forests, I sensed the winter, cloudy summer
And the stench of blood in the air
When the tribes were fighting, with horns on their shields, in the land of steel
On my land I sing, in the home of my people, in the ruins and in the grave
Where our flame will forever burn
 
Victory or valhalla!
I live in witchcraft, I die in the truth
 
Victory or valhalla!
Our cry echoes throughout the land
 
Victory or valhalla!
Dust, ash, the flow of death
 
Victory or valhalla!
I will not kneel, I will not pray
 
Into the sleep of hibernation, into the maw of manala
In the surge of the waves, the flames of my eyes
Into the deep fog, to a faraway land
Onto the secret paths, to the pagan mountain
I grew up high-spirited, I killed kings
In the soil of graves, of the departed heros