Fortíð Pagan Prophecies 1. Pagan Prophecies Brothers and sons Fathers and gods Creators of time and space The vision of our people Who foresaw humanity Fallen from grace In the void, a primitive being Was spawned in the chaos of fire and ice The antonym elements, forcing existence Yet struggling towards self demise From this very beginning Empires were built Upon blood and bones of the fallen In pursuit of structured domination Towards the ancient Sunless shores I traveled through the worshiped skies To where my fathers strived To leave monuments of strength and pride ...All in vain Tyrant demigods still reign with bottomless hunger A black hole, pressuring upon destruction As the elements of life and death collide We are the children of murderer sons Legacy of the deceitful ones Like vultures feeding on the dead Ones death is another's bread So as foretold The world grows weary and old And the tree of life shall fall As the fire becomes enraged Turning from servant to God ...Burning the idols of war Sisters and daughters Mothers and whores Defiled by their very own kin The pagan prophecies Show us the broken path Of what might have been We are the children of murderer sons Struggling towards self demise 2. Spirit of the North God of wisdom and triumph in war The ancient flames burn beneath our soil The heathen blood boils Shadows have crept over once sacred lands The white one that no mortal man comprehends Pride is lost His wisdom comes with fallacious pride Of not only one, but both of your eyes Set my spirit free before it withers and dies Let blind sheep choke on their Shepherd lies Lies! I carry the flame To burn in your name 3. Electric Horizon This is the future to come Holy empires fall Chaotic, electric horizon Where men become the gods The blood red crescent moon rises Inbred demons spread Build upon enemy soil Gates to Hel stand open Pigs in your family's blood shall bathe Feed on your kindness, the Christian faith Battlefields show no remorse to your God The one you replaced for the proud heathen blood Tolerant fools, fed upon lies You are the ones they're taught to despise Tainted bloodlines of armies are bred For war of the gods who already are dead There is no trust, no faith in my kind Who welcomes the enemy naive and blind Misanthropic, hateful mind Catastrophic humankind Chemical clouds shall cover the air Leaving all life in pain and despair Acid rain falling down from the sky Cursing the organic life form to die Fire and smoke will cover the ground Industrial wastelands of mechanic sound This is the future, as seen long before Resources drained in a desperate war Tainted bloodlines of armies are bred For war of the gods who already are dead There is no trust, no faith in my kind Who welcomes the enemy naive and blind Misanthropic, hateful mind Catastrophic humankind This is the future to come This is no future at all Chaotic, electric horizon Where all men will fall 4. Lesser Sons of Greater Fathers Trees that grew here once Have lost their roots They're gone forever after The grass, once fair and green Grows no more in this black and lonely desert Birds are playing with the dead Until they're buried in the sand Death is roaming ground And reaches for the air Some still struggle on Pale and dry No sun or rain will grace them The wind will carry them away Singing songs of fragile life and past existence Lesser sons of greater fathers Lesser sons of greater fathers Lesser sons of greater fathers Lesser sons of greater fathers 5. Sun Turns Black Unwanted misfit Brought to existence, motherless Grim and fierce rebel No chains shall ever hold me Slayer of gods Slayer of gods Through my bloodline Hate is growing strong Untamed and violent Revenge be laid upon you! Slayer of gods Slayer of gods Sun turns black For summers to come I shall hunt And swallow the sun They say that I was born in shame But soon all worlds shall know my name Fear me! Sun turns black For summers to come I shall hunt And swallow the sun 6. Ad Handan Dim dagar Myrkad nœtur Ég man ei lengur hvenœr sólin hvarf Himinn og jörð renna saman í eitt Hér stend ég í myrkrinu og bíð hans Á milli heims og helju Og hugsanir mínar prá frið Á milli heims og helju Að handan Svört vídd Leiðin út Birtist mér í svefni Sem vegur að handan Fyrr en grár morgunn Gekk í garð Og reif mig úr kviði dauðans Þar stóð ég í myrkrinu og beið hans Fjarri ókyrrð og óreiðu heimsins En hér fá hugsanir mínar engan frið Og þögnin fœrir ykkur nœr 7. Endalok Margur hefur maðurinn Gengið þessa leið Fyrr en kaldur veturinn Landið okkar sveið Sefur líf í myrkrinu Sígur fold í mar Horfnar eru minningar Um allt sem eitt sinn var