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Teenage Ceiling

Welcome in below teenage ceiling
(?)
Do you want to hear our aim?
Do you want to love our values?
Built upon the foundation
of peace and love
We have to cherish
We have to cherish
our beautiful nature
 
Welcome in below teenage ceiling
Do you want to hear our aim?
Do you want to love our values?
Built upon the foundation
of peace and love
 
Where is the meadow greener
and the flower more fair
than in the country where peace
prosperity and our heritage steer
Sweden!
We have to cherish
We have to cherish
our beloved motherland
 
Welcome in below teenage ceiling
Do you want to hear our aim?
Do you want to love our values?
Built upon the foundation
of peace and love
 

The Fire Baptism

Once, in the land of Midgard, I saw
[People] who suffered at the hands of an uncertain king
He only saw what was best for himself
The poor people starved and died
He was one of two odd brothers
The evil one teaches the other how to die
He was the one who lived in alliance with trolls
And lived amongst giants
 
Given the power of gods, given the courage of gods
That's how Agnar will regain his faith
Agnar, son of Agnar the Good
Who was destroyed by an evil brother
 
That's what [Loki] and Odin's eye see
When they're escorted round the kingdom
Terror, horror, and magical powers
And what a terrible sight to the gods
They hold a council meeting to find the answers
Odin remains in chains
Loki, the clever god, flies away in the arms of a falcon
Seeking Thor, whom all giants dread
 
Given the power of gods, given the courage of gods
That's how Agnar will regain his faith
Agnar, son of Agnar the Good
Who was destroyed by an evil brother
 
What in the world can we do?
Wonder the people of the land, who were suffering
But Thor comes to the rescue with his strength
Loki, who's cleverer than most, joins
Odin is freed now, and the people are freed now
Out of those chains
And to the throne walks
The good son to the evil brother
 
Given the power of gods, given the courage of gods
That's how Agnar will regain his faith
Agnar, son of Agnar the Good
Who was destroyed by an evil brother
 
Given the power of gods, given the courage of gods
That's how Agnar will regain his faith
Agnar, son of Agnar the Good
Who was destroyed by an evil brother
 
Who was destroyed by an evil brother
 

Dead Dreams

Versions: #2
What happened here, who controls our world
We went from dirty rich to flat broke
A well-managed balance loses its mind and sense
Hear the stock market and bank sound the alarm
A few are looking for more, while others only are giving
Here's the cauldron, fill it up
With savings and loans, pay up you fool
 
Bend your back and dig our gold
A wind from the west swept across the oceans today
Made bankrupt and plundered
We sought shelter when it passed by
A growing beast roamed over cities today
With hypocritical speech
Who has the right to control our life
Now hidden in the ashes biding its time
 
Who realizes and sees someone smiling on the page
Who will speak up
A path is staked out in a rotten and sick way
Many claims are made on faith
When will our winds turn, how did clear-sightedness become so blind
We kindly humbly bow
Here gallows are built one after the other, today is your day
 
Who remains when everything disappeared
Now everything soon will be destroyed
Your plans have worked out
Is there anything left to preserve
Nobody cares, everything perishes
Like the locusts in the Bible
Their spread is completely overwhelming
They sweep on forward and devastate
Slavery of the new age is taking shape
 

Winter Nights

Sídu-Hall! Pale and cold!
Storm wind beats, both goods and yard
 
'Do not sacrifice where false gods reign.
Do not believe everything you see.'
'Do not sprinkle dust on holy mound.'
What to the dísir care about that?
 
The dísir are riding again!
Look, the dísir are riding again!
Winter nights, dísablót,
neglect it if you wish!
 
Throughout the night herds are riding forth.
Dísir are approaching the farmstead in the moonlight
If hird in white appear your life will be spared.
 
The horrific journey of the mob begins up north.
If you see them in black with swords drawn.
You will fall eternally and your life will perish.
 
Listen now! There's sound coming from behind the door!
Stay attentive, do not touch that door latch
 
But the storm has calmed, the night is clear.
Grabbing the sparkling sword.
Hear the sound of hooves fast approaching from the north.
There he sees nine dísir in black!
 
Once again, Sídu-Hall stands pale and cold.
On the farmstead a son has suffered a death blow.
The dísir move away with the tribute of sacrifice
Sacrificing his life to Hel!
 

All the candles are extinguished now

We heard stories about back then and a long time ago
About ways of living and lives within Svea kingdom's fold
How all regions' greenery gave life and wealth
How the people that lived there were people who bloomed
 
So the candles are extinguished in the houses and homes
Now meadows and slopes are growing again
Now the sledgehammers in the forges become silent
and all the millwheels get stuck
Now the wheels stop turning
Now the fire's flame dies
Now the whole countryside fades away
 
Then voices were heard shouting
about success, way and gain
The little things must fold when belief in success exists
A few tried to keep living there with pride
But the land didn't give enough,
maybe ruthless exploitation of forests?
 
So we travel along the road that leads to nowhere
See countryside and regions decay so senselessly without moderation
'That the county would live', that's what was said loud and great
What I then behold is both deserted and empty
 

Thus they walked through life

In remote times, see people suffer - trying to find harmony
See heroic deeds and the power's greed, all happen chronologically
They had no delusions of acquiring fame through heroics
No desire to have their name published
 
Thus they walked through life
No peace, no harmony or freedom
A stroll through their lives
No peace, no harmony or freedom
 
A herd advances - see smoke and hear cries - unknown times ahead
Beheld battle and bloodshed, a soldier riding in fear for his life
They had no delusions of acquiring fame through heroics
No desire to have their name published
 
Thus they walked through life
No peace, no harmony or freedom
A stroll through their lives
No peace, no harmony or freedom (x3)