Theudho When Ice Crowns the Earth 1. War into the World A strange desire burns Deep within our hearts; To rid this world of the weak To eternally silence the frail The end of false mercy Compassion is wiped away Down with the empire of the meek! Wuotan! Cast your spear! Over the Vanir host Wuotan! Cast your spear! And bring war into the world! Our soul now awakens From a deep lethargic sleep By the light of a new age This dawn is a call to war! Their lies are rejected Nothing can hold us down We now claim what is ours! A return to savagery No longer are we numbed Broken are the chains Forged by the chosen few Our dishonour of the past Washed away by blood Gushing from their veins! Wuotan! Cast your spear! Over the Vanir host Wuotan! Cast your spear! And bring war into the world! 2. When Ice Crowns the Earth Skeggöld, skalmöld, skildir ro klofnir, vindöld, vargöld, áðr veröld steypisk In this harsh and elongated winter The laws of the gods are met with disdain Long gone and forgotten is the golden age, Fatal degeneracy plagues mankind When ice crowns the earth The world will anon fall Bring the fire of Surtur! Wipe away all that is flawed! Bring the fire of Surtur! Burn that which cannot be cured! Hear the howling of the fierce wolf Garm As brothers dishonour their immoral sisters Whoredom prevails on the earth Our blood was pure but now it is soiled When ice crowns the earth The world will anon fall Bring the fire of Surtur! Wipe away all that is flawed! Bring the fire of Surtur! Burn that which cannot be cured! 3. The Second Coming Lies … Deceit … Fables … Hypocrisy … Beardless men arrived on northern shores They came from the Saxon lands With golden relics in their hands Collecting souls for their god The heralds of a simple faith Believe in Him or burn Convert before it is too late The year thousand; where is Christ? The Second Coming is a lie The old gods still rule the North! Their god was fed with gold and silver; Taken from the misguided common man Soon his temples were erected All built by Nordic hands Some were abducted by loyal men To be hung under a silent moon Piercing arrows sealed their fate Their corpses left for Odins ravens! The Second Coming is a lie The old gods still rule the North! In distant lands his corpse decayed This Nazarene messiah called “God” Flesh rotted away, like any mortal man His brittle bones, buried in sand Now his pathetic slaves remain Waiting for the trumpets that will never sound Devoting their lives to a fool long gone Who’s resting in a shallow grave! The Second Coming is a lie The old gods still rule the North! 4. Niðr ok Norðr Down is the way to Hel’s realm Always north, through the nine worlds Through valleys deep and dark wade through fog and mist The dark road to Hel Where the dead wander ... The dark road to Hel The path to oblivion Niðr ok norðr liggr helvegr Over the bridge of Gjallar Covered in gold spanning the river Gjöll Guarded by Modgudur The dark road to Hel Where the dead wander ... The dark road to Hel Lead us to eternity! 5. Heracleidae (Seevölkersturm) And so death was unleashed By the hatred in our hearts By the sharp blades in our fists See them scatter in fear Sand in the wind, human waste! With the roar of a lion and the heart of a mouse Seevölkersturm Today we end this disgrace! And so victory was won No prisoners to enslave or sell Sent to the afterlife in which they trust Witness their temples burning The open skies shall be their graves Reduced to ashes, wiped from the earth! Seevölkersturm The empire of the chosen crumbles! And so they were erased Prayers did not change a thing Closed to compassion are our hearts Nothing but water are their tears No holy books to keep us down The Nordic blonde beast has awakened! Seevölkersturm The light of a new age shines! 6. Sacrifice the King A crowned head, not in battle slain Still was soaking red with blood His throat slit, by the ritual knife To bring good seasons to the land Sacrifice the King His blood for Freyr Til árs ok friðar Sacrifice the King His blood for Þórr Til árs ok friðar The first autumn they sacrificed oxen, but the next season was not better. The following autumn they sacrificed men, but that one was even worse. His blood was sprinkled on idols Depicting our highest gods The Allfather, Þórr and Freyr May the good harvests return! Sacrifice the King! His blood for Freyr Til árs ok friðar! Sacrifice the King! His blood for Óðinn Til árs ok friðar! The third autumn the chieftains resolved to offer the king for good seasons, They assaulted and killed the cursed king and sprinkled the stalle of the gods with his blood. 7. Lokabrenna 8. The Straw Death A foolish man believes that he will live forever If he from fighting flees and lives the coward's way When swords and spears remain silent, the serpent's venom still runs strong as they conspire in times of peace the thread of your life brittles Old and weak you have grown A disciple of the pale Christ An insult to your ancestry You are a coward for eternity The way of the cross you have chosen, Your pagan soul was drowned A harmless baptism they called it; they murdered all you stood for Your body is fed, your spirit choked The gold they offer comes at a price You may be alive and breathing Your essence died a long time ago Ideals and comrades you betrayed to consort with the foes of your folk We may have died a long time ago Only to be accepted in Wuotans halls And now you die the straw death Despising the man you became Maybe alive for a little while longer, You are a coward for eternity