Kroda Fimbulvinter The Beginning of Whiter Night of Oskorei With Paroxysmal Breath to inhale An Icecold Winter Air And then be strangled... While swallowed the Edge of Glacial Spears... And Roaring to penetrate the Night Devastate the whole Wasteland By Echo to roll the Forest By Arrow to flash in One Moment Let the Ice Steel reflect The Sparkling Snow... Frozen is Distance Far - Unveiled and Vulnerable - to All the Sides ... I Am The Beginning of Winter Night! I Am Snow that razor the Eyes! I Am the Frost Blade of Fierce Winter! I measure the Space with Abyss Wings! I Am The Beginning of Northern Night of Oskorei! I Am Freezing Snow that razor Thy Eyes! I Am ISKALD KVASS of Fierce Winter! I lacerate the Space with GINNUNGAGAP Fangs! Through the Hazy Vastlands As a Transparent Ray By Snowstorm I ride With a Cold Flame I Blight All That fell into Furrow I Scorch All With Flame of Coldness ... I Am The Beginning of Winter Night! I Am Snow that razor the Eyes! I Am the Frost Blade of Fierce Winter! I measure the Space with Abyss Wings! I Am The Beginning of Northern Night of Oskorei! I Am Freezing Snow that razor Thy Eyes! I Am ISKALD KVASS of Fierce Winter! I lacerate the Space with GINNUNGAGAP Fangs! Through the Misty Grey Distance As a Crystal Ray By Sharp Arrow Edge As an Oskorei Flame I Raze All With Frozen Steel I Sweep All With Threatening Cudgel of Thorns I shalt Yawn with Winds and Blizzards I shalt Rage with Squalls and Snowstorms With Ices shalt cover every Pond and Lake Shalt bind them with Glacial Chains I shalt Gape with Winds and Tempests I shalt Rage with Blizzards and Winterstorms In Woods - I shall lay wide with Snows Shalt pass Rivers and Steppes with Hoarfrosts ... That Is The Beginning Of Fierce, Freezing, Wild Winter Night Of Oskorei!... Glacial Riders of Fimbulvinter Ye hear?... As Wolves, Winds raised Howl There, in Nocturnal Height? With Black Wing, Raven embrace the Skies Veiling the Firmament worn in Garment of Stars Ye hear?... Through the Wind Howl with Hooves Beats The Icecovered Pulsing Expanse is scourged By Horses of Glacial Riders of Fimbulvinter Above Mountains and Woods - by Clouds they are As a Falcons of Snowfall Above Steppes and Mounds - By the Stars burning High Above Mountains and Woods - by Clouds they are As a Falcons of Snowfall Above Steppes and Mounds - By the Stars burning High Ye hear?...As Wolves, Winds raised Howl From Everywhere they Strive Forth They Soar, by Storms they are followed By Glacial Riders of Fimbulvinter They Rush! And nowhere to hide From the Hoarfrost Swords! They Screech! And by Echo that Yell is to roll By Resound of Their Hammers of Ice! Above Mountains and Woods - by Clouds they are As a Falcons of Snowfall Above Steppes and Mounds - By the Stars burning High Above Mountains and Woods - by Clouds they are As a Falcons of Snowfall Above Steppes and Mounds - By the Stars burning High Shalt ingnaw in SJEL with Icecold Fangs Shalt predatory quench the Bloodthirst from the Heart Northern Wolfpacks heralding with Fear Forestalling the Riders... Above Mountains and Woods - by Clouds they are As a Falcons of Snowfall Above Steppes and Mounds - By the Stars burning High Where Brave Warriors Shalt Meet Again Souls are drunk with Rage Hearts are filled with Hatred By the Werewolves Rapacious Pack By the Steel of Berserkers Sights At last their Spears are aimed forth Glittering are Valkyries Armours Squalling Vortex of Einherjers Hate Where is no Place for pity There where Cold Winds are singing Glory to Warriors that fell in Fight Glory to Those who gave Their Lives With no doubt in the name of Their Faith Where Snows are sweep high the Mounds To Those Who stepped against foes till the end To Those Whose braveness is unknown To any damned christian sheep Descendants of Gods stared in Death’s Eyes And held tight in a Hands their Swords Their Bodies are swallowed by Funeral Pyres And their Ashes by Rains washed away There where the Last Battle begin Where Ragnarok Storm roll With a loud yell ”Heil Wotan!” Winged Brother of Wolf shalt drink Mead of Our Wounds Where Black Sun ascend high Where is no Place for compassion Where the Halls of Swords and Shields are – Where Brave Warriors shalt meet again Descendants of Gods stared in Death’s Eyes And held tight in a Hands their Swords Their Bodies are swallowed by Funeral Pyres And their Ashes by Rains washed away There where the Last Battle begin Where Ragnarok Storm roll With a loud yell ”Heil Wotan!” Winged Brother of Wolf shalt drink Mead of Our Wounds Where Black Sun ascend high Where is no Place for compassion Where the Halls of Swords and Shields are – There Brave Warriors shalt meet again In Valhalla We Shalt Meet Again! Heil Odin! Funeral of the Sun Coldness Bestial Vortex raging Inside Every Creature... Dance of Ravens in Leaden-Grey Skies - Starless, immense... With Their Feather like by Knives That Vault is ruptured... At last... At last, the Black Winds Cast down Their Storm upon Boundless Wastelands By Wolves They murdered the Breath of Life In Themselves - at last... Winds of Grief as Phantoms are Covered with Gloom all Peaks of Mountains Among the Veil of Night At last, the Funeral Pyre was flaming Souls exhausted by Icewinds Hovering above Land at last Creeping by Gallow Forests To the Funeral of the Sun Lonesome Smog spreaded forth Furiously howling like a Wolf Above the Storming Sea Of Ice Thorns Dance of Two Ravens in Leaden-Grey Skies - Huginn and Muninn With Their Feather like by Knives That Vault is ruptured... At last... At last, the Black Winds Cast down Their Storm upon Boundless Expanse By Wolves They murdered the Breath of Life Geri and Freki Winds of Grief as Phantoms are Covered with Gloom all Peaks of Mountains Among the Veil of Night At last, the Funeral Pyre was flaming Souls exhausted by Icewinds Hovering above Land at last Creeping by Gallow Forests To the Funeral of the Sun A Stormride (Branikald Cover) Frost kills the Sight, Icecold Wind cut like Razor By the Death Serpent, Steel shalt rip Lifeblood from Heart Upon the Last Shore, there Spirit stood Alone Forever Black Tides covered His Firmament Those Grim Tides - Are to strangle Every Breath Wolfish Jaws of Gloom - To swallow Every Ray of Light In the Void of Darkness - Reality is frozen to Ice So the Flesh dies - But still Unbroken is Path "...Nothing is over with Death As a Winged Slektning of Grey Murderer By the Flaming Algiz Against the Roaring Storm Spirit is to Soar - Onwards!!!" Til Vaers Og Fram A Stormride is to leave Behind The Ruin of Life where the Bridge Of All It's Forms falling down Wrapped in Flames Target of Spirit - To achieve Immortality Force take It away from Death's Twisted Claws Firmness of Greed for Thought Exalted Him High Above the Ashes By the Stormwind of Universe Stardust Upon the Wings of Steel To the Abyss of Eternity True Gestalt of Ragnarok - Do You know What is it?! Horrid Primal Visage, Naked Unmasked Fear? Essence of It's Roots - Inexorable Movement Upwards Essence of A Stormride Creating the Blaze of It's Aura Crude Atmosphere, Breath of Most Fierce Winter Shalt cleave Haze and Mist upon His Pathway Till the Flash of Reawakening in Glacial Light In Obtained Light of Pure Conscience The Hate We sown - It shalt ride By Rapacious Wolfpacks in Our Avantgarde The Day is to come - All Souls be strangled In the Utter Black Tides of That Hatred "...But Now is the Moment In the Stellar Flame For Spirit to be Revealed For Evighet Aand..." --- A Stormride (original) Cold and Shallow was that Soul Once Above the Horizons of the Night (Like if they would be the Last Shores of His Life) The waves of Darkness Swallowed All Stillness... Emptiness... Through Nothing Really Ends With Death Yet the Horizons of Life's diversity Fall in Ruins as the Bridge Aflame The Quest for Immortality Was His God And the Power of the Will Lifted the Soul Above the Ashes "Do you know the true face of Ragnarok?" Its Real Image is the One of the Movement Upwards The Spirit Creates it's Aura And the Atmosphere of the Fiercest FimbulVinter Clarifies the Awakening In the Newer Light of the Purity, Finally Grasped And This Hatred We Planted - It will Aspire As the Horde of the Wolves Before Us... And Once... It would Embrace all the Souls... Yet... That would be a Time of Infinity...