Enslaved

To war! Let the havoc be revenged March! Against the lords of perdition Live! Breathe! Persecute the ones that left to persecute your soul Crush the scepters of the kings and come and Hail the vows of old! [Ref:] Hear them cry Watch them fly Let them

[Loke - del ii] [##-Volusp¥] [Tekst: Grutle Kjellson] Eiteren drypp, jorda skakar Eg vrir meg I smerte, lenka til berget Eg er din angst, eg er din pine. Tema meg du freista, du fanga meg I garn. Eg let meg ikkje rokka, eg er kaos Eg er din skam. Eg

I am not in there I am not taking any part in this There's no comfort where you are And I won't give you anything I am close to them mentally But I am inbetween realities There is no directions for where I am They can't find me 'cause I am not in her

[00:14.80]Bloody century is upon thee [00:18.28]Revolution war and disease [00:21.83]Earthquake the cities falling [00:25.35]Catastrophe will kill the east [00:28.81]There will be fire [00:32.47]There will be famine drought and plague [00:35.94]We wi

See her cruel beauty Hostile to the constants Ever changing scourge Ashen thrones Converge upon me Come winds of destruction Electrocute the stale Purify Thaw! False ice to water Speak! Sharp tongues sever sick limbs Numb! Do not look away Opt! Perma

The creation I can't remember Unsecure I roam in fear The final steps I've taken What waits beyond this void? "I sucked out your lifeblood Tore down your fortress Burned down the woods I poisoned your harvest" Trust and hope I have lost I see de

Forsaken Entombed in monumental self-moral Embracing the absurd Reason turned to abstraction Drowned in the shallowest of waters Forgotten the will To learn Abandoned every urge to Create Every border can be breached By the glorious armies of united

Been standing here for ages Watching the valleys blossom and burn The pyres of yesterday smells of losing you Preserved we are, portraits (in the glassy depths) I picked up the shattered mirror, put them in water Cold as my dreams Isa: Still - Standi

Celestial buried mind resting Resting without peace still Don't know where I drowned Cornered and defeated Yes, there's a thought forming Patterns in the currents Mud-dwellers at the star-floor Nourishment for the mind seeps Harvest through suffering

Brought here by sorrow Raised in the depths of fear Consuming sanity Feasting on the joy of Man Surrounding the trembling mind Surrounding the troubled soul Strength failed to tame the serpent The offspring of laughter and sadness Saved by the power

Across the scorched fields of fathers land In each step an abyss is built Through misty dreams he touched her hand The boar is dead Its blood is spilt He set his foot on the slopes of far away They'd been asleep when his sun roared He walked through

Navigation by the fires of the dead world Towards the shores of Neogenesis Navigation by the fires of dead worlds Towards the shores of Neogenesis Distant self now cut through, approaching infinitely Racing hearts throbbing deep beneath the painted b

Lyrics by Grutle Kjellson 1995 Waves are cutting like a knife of time On the slippery rocks that still stands besides the shore Two eyes are eyeing the seas Towards the seas that once brought his ancestors glory A lonely mind is longing For the raisi

"Dei for ifra nord Mot ei anna tid Bak låg brende ord Framfor dei ei ny strid Dei såg såg stormar i det fjerne Men haldt fram og beint Inn mot jordas kjerne Frå tidleg mot seint" I see a darkness overwhelming I see that there is no light for me

Windswept landscape, desolated mountain plateaus The Deepest woods and darkest scrubs Floods and mountains are our landmarks in a life beneath the Hammer A long and narrow kingdom Ruled by trinity From stormy mountain tops covered with snow We behold

The Juggler stares To quench the thirst Upon the brow Within the hand It cracks and seeps The seer weeps In flickering light The wounds are served Screams from below A shadow in chains Feverish images told In mirrors of old The eyes they all share In

In the void of chaos life endures In the gap of creation, the ancient wisdom breathes Inheritance of fire Inheritance of frost Yet it lay there weeping Afraid to see the light Inheritance of fire Inheritance of frost No one comes to unveil No one fin

Lyrics: Grutle Kjellson 1994 Laughter echoes through the night The Evening Star shines over Midgard Evil mingles in the dark The organized cosmos' enemy comes forth Loke, the son of Fеrbaute.. Father of Lies Born of earth, unbound by laws Takk weeps

[Instrumental] 专辑:Frost 歌手:Enslaved 歌曲:Frost

Strokes from oars could be heard, beautiful ships gushed through the Sea. Like a wind from the north, our ancestors reached the shore. Men from Hordaland, Rogaland and Agder gathered for battle in common. Proud men with no fear Strokes from the sword