Voss

In the mist of the shadows by the river of the fogpalace
Two great spears and a flag of dominion and hate
Over the chasm riders of doom
And sometimes the water dares to reflect
As days pass by and the light
Is becoming weaker I can watch the death of the sun from my
Enormous view
Still sometimes I thought my own eyes were deceiving me
Many a misty morning's battle. Further on more experience
Soon it's time to hear the sound of the horn in far distance
The deathtone call for war
In the mist by the hills the day darkens
In this forest death rules
Over this chasm riders of doom and face him with a deadly pale
Spectre face
Grim as stone, ride to the deathfields
Blackness and doom
A total eclipse of the sun
Die by the northern trilogy in the mist by the hills

Satyricon

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Voss

Послеобеденная прогулка in the middle of nowhere.

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Vanadis
Mounted men, with axe and shield
on their ride through shallow field
See your sons oh Vanadis
Light my ways oh Manalihs
Freyas Val
Woutans half
Oaken woods as dark as night
Home of those of heathen pride
Grant me strength oh Asynja
Be my guide oh Valfreya
Freyas Val
Vingolfs's pride
Herjan
When the moon shines bright from the dark black sky
We raise our swords to thy hail
when the runes are thrown and the ravens fly
as a sign of our heathens prevail
While the morning breaks through Tenkterian wood
while the sun sets the shores aflame
There is one thing only which never dies
The honour of thy name
Foraan
By my side my brothers fall
Now on their way to Freya's hall
We are yours oh Vanadis
Guide their ways oh Manalihs

Falkenbach

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