Late in life’s dawning morn I’ve seen a figure in the rain. Standing idle beneath the storm at the end of memories lane. Straight and tall his stance like a calm island amongst the lost. As chaos and lightning danced, the thunder talked.

In my mind this figure spoke and said like this "my children stand, never give into the alien yoke. Take back your ancestors lands and give back life to your folk, even when chaos is at hand." And with a flash of this cloak, thunder crashed and he was gone.

In my mind this figure spoke and said like this "my children stand, never give into the alien yoke. Take back your ancestors lands and give back life to your folk, even when chaos is at hand." And with a flash of this cloak, thunder crashed and he was gone.

And my heart filled with life, as distant memories flooded into me. Giving rise to visions and pride of warriors sailing from northern seas. And battles fought both far and wide, so that our children could be free of alien ideals and the lies. That have suppressed natural liberty.

And my heart filled with life, as distant memories flooded into me. Giving rise to visions and pride of warriors sailing from northern seas. And battles fought both far and wide, so that our children could be free of alien ideals and the lies. That have suppressed natural liberty.

Late in life’s dawning morn I’ve seen a figure in the rain. Standing idle beneath the storm at the end of memories lane. Straight and tall his stance like a calm island amongst the lost. As chaos and lightning danced, the thunder talked.

In my mind this figure spoke and said like this "my children stand, never give into the alien yoke. Take back your ancestors lands and give back life to your folk, even when chaos is at hand." And with a flash of this cloak, thunder crashed and he was gone.

In my mind this figure spoke and said like this "my children stand, never give into the alien yoke. Take back your ancestors lands and give back life to your folk, even when chaos is at hand." And with a flash of this cloak, thunder crashed and he was gone.

Wretched filth you plague these streets, you’ll never compare to natures elite. A disease that has spread far to long, soon you’ll be gone.

There are no boundaries to your insanity, you assault our people with so much treachery. I will defend my kin at all cost..., an urban holocaust.

There is no future for your kind, on the road of evolution, you were left behind. You self inflict all your misery…, shrouded in debauchery.

You rape and kill even your own Inherently, savage from flesh to bone Crime and drugs plague your habitat… A creed of putrid rats.

Wretched queer you think your disease is natural, I’ll never except you as a homosexual Propagation, uninherit with homosexuality Fact not philosophy.

You are a mistake and there’s only one solution, help nature eradicate you through assisted evolution. A deviation not meant for human creation. A genetic aberration.

Children are not safe in their on homes, as long as pedophiles are free to roam. You prey on little boys with homo lust. Fucking disgust!

You have no shame for you wicked acts, no validity I’m just going by the facts. Your life is a cesspool filled with only waste. AIDS will erase!

This earth is full of shit, I pray for death.
This earth is full of shit, I pray for death.

The ground will open up, and swallow all the filth. My hatred is the fire, that burns them in my hell.

Wretched scum you ingest your meth, every line leads you closer to death. Addicted to hell and misery it seems. It murdered you dreams, though you were a star juiced on heroin. Now the walls are heavy as it’s closing in, choke on your vomit, writhe in your pain. Die in vain!!!

Suck your glass dildo like a crack whore, you trade your life for the want of more. You’d sell your mom to pay for your curse, it just get worse. Lying on the floor crawling to your grave, to this life of shit you’re a fuckin slave. Was this how you thought it would be?! You stupid fuck!!!

Land of fire, land of snow, the paling moon, so brightly glows. The howling wolves, sing their songs of timeless hunger, through nights long.

Through bitter nights, of winters cold, the strong survived, and they were bold. Men of iron, with will of gods would flourish still, against the odds.

Land of fire, land of snow, to golden seas, clean rivers flow. From the valleys low, to mountains high, all is pure, from land to sky.

Awe is spender, but be it known, that life and death, share this home. All that strived, to tame this land, did do so, by their own hands.

Realms of life, realms of death, can give you all, or steal your breath. Chaos, and harmony, co exists, endlessly.

Land of fire, land of ice, strong of will, breaks winters vice. Through stings the air, and solid earth, its a struggle, till springs rebirth.

This land of chaos in harmony, full of great sagas to be told of warriors who braved the seas, never fearing the oceans bold.
Our fathers from these lands came, with courage in their hearts. And this land of snow they tamed, while each man did his part.

So fear not but praise the coming cold, for this is when the night is clear. And old instincts soon take hold, at yule each earth's new year.

Remember from whence you came, and that when the Nordic wind blow. The lands of ice from where we came, are much more than lands of snow.

When the midnight raven calls in the north’s silvery moonlight, and the snow begins to fall upon midgard tonight. Take time now to remember, when the Nordic wind blow in the chill of December. A land rich with fire and snow.

When the midnight raven calls in the north’s silvery moonlight, and the snow begins to fall upon midgard tonight. Take time now to remember, when the Nordic wind blow in the chill of December. A land rich with fire and snow.

Legions in black, shoulder to shoulder, striking the hordes. In battle formation, defending the nation, with fury we wage lighting wars.

To our banner, we have sworn, duty until our death. To vanquish or die, we fight on, till our very last breath.

Strength, honor, loyalty under the blood banner. Courage, faith, destiny under the blood banner. Pride, pain, sacrifice under the blood banner. Freedom the ultimate price under the blood banner.

Years of betrayal, lies and deceit of a nation dragged through the mud. After so much struggle, to gain freedom, it’s our history written in blood. Cowardice and treason, run rampant, but we chose to defy. No guilt here, no shame either. My heritage can't be denied.

Strength, honor, loyalty under the blood banner. Courage, faith, destiny under the blood banner. Pride, pain, sacrifice under the blood banner. Freedom the ultimate price under the blood banner.

Legions in black, for the sacred cause, out to enforce, our eternal laws. Ready for battle, and willing to die, to smash tyranny, we will defy. So into war, with sword and shield, onward we ride into battlefields. For those who’ve died trying to defend, raise the banner for our dead.

Ride, ride, ride Teutonic knights. Ride, ride, into the endless night. Ride, ride, ride Teutonic knights. Ride, ride, under the banner we fight.

Dawn she sleeps, and so do they, unsafe in their slumber. As morning creeps, so do we, to tear their lives asunder. Courage invoked, on this final hour, light sleeps beneath night’s sheet. Under sunless cloak, we shall know, victory not defeat.

As morning pours onto earth, scores of men, lie wait in girth. The first light will shine to assist. Shadows retreat, and fade with the mist, iron and flesh shall be wed in death. None to hear, their stolen breath, the first blood will flow ever swift Mortal end, deaths only gift.

As morning pours onto earth, scores of men, lie wait in girth. The first light will shine to assist. Shadows retreat, and fade with the mist, iron and flesh shall be wed in death. None to hear, their stolen breath, the first blood will flow ever swift Mortal end, deaths only gift.

Twilight banters night’s withdrawal, ever west affray, steeds gander to trample on, all revealed to day. Men and iron strike with fury, thus they will not fail, blood of tyrants flow profuse, resist to no avail.

Take, up, thy, swords…to bury into blackened hearts.

Berserker's rage a thousand fold, hate generations old. The final page writ in blood, by swords of the bold. The devastating brunt befalls, beneath the burning sky. Rebels affront and curse the king, "The king will surley die!"

Men of iron, forged in struggle, wrought from time, hardships and battles. Driven by hunger and the will within, and the love for their creed and kin.

Adventure calls, its almost time, spirits kept, with dance and wine. But for now, raise your chalice. Its time to feast again.

Thou art kings by your own will, enthroned by your own hands. Not by right or birth but might, to rule these norsescaped lands.

Sails high, to catch wind onward now, these mighty men beyond horizons, in search of glory. This is their destiny.

The sky is black, the sea is cold. Far from home but their still bold, from distant lands, to lands of love. They’re sailing off to war.

Thou art kings by your own will, enthroned by your own hands. Not by right or birth but might, to rule these norsescaped lands.

Through night and day, cross oceans vast, through icy waters, they carve their path. Glorious battles, but lie ahead, be victor or join the dead.

By Odin’s will and with sword in hand, they have the strength to purge this land. Banners high at the gates of war, hammer of the north.

Lightning strike, the sound of war, bodies fall in killing score. Blood is spilled, steel reigns, ancestor strength courses through your veins.

Sons of Odin, sons of the north, they fear the fury that you’ve brought fourth. They are weak, with dying breath, your enemies shall meet their death.

Death!

Lightning strike, the sound of war, bodies fall in killing score. Blood is spilled, steel reigns, ancestor strength courses through your veins.

Sons of Odin, sons of the north, they fear the fury that you’ve brought fourth. They are weak, with dying breath, your enemies shall meet their death.

Death!

A storm is gathering against "the mass of Fallacies" and the dogs of war, begin the hunt for our enemies.

These malicious serpents slither amongst the cradles of our young, to poison their minds or devour the seer’s of the truth.

Their empire is built on the bones of the dead. The halls of their temples are painted gold and crimson red.

With these fists, and my mind, I hold the key to uneven the score. With the truth, we shall rise, with the tides of war.

With this heart, and this soul, a new era I will forge. Salvation will come to rise, with the tides of war.

With these fists, and my mind, I hold the key to uneven the score. With the truth, we shall rise, with the tides of war.

With this heart, and this soul, a new era I will forge. Salvation will come to rise, with the tides of war. With the tides of war. With the tides of war. With the tides of war.

Money feeds the hunger of the murder machines. And the blood of the destitute, keep its gears moving clean.

You’ll keep building their empires, one world is their goal. To govern our lives with absolute control.

Gather, the masses, to rise up, with the tides of war. The anger, the hatred, unleashed, with the tides of war. Vengeance, retribution, achieved, with the tides of war. The pillars, of our enemies, will crumble, with the tides of war.

Tides of war are rising, tides of war are rising… war! Tides of war are rising, tides of war are rising… war! Tides of war are rising, tides of war are rising… war! Tides of war are rising, tides of war are rising… war! Tides of war are rising, tides of war are rising… war! Tides of war are rising, tides of war are rising… war!

Grandfather, grandfather tell me the stories of your great grandfathers heroics and glory. Tell me the tales and I’ll never forget, their hardships, their struggles, I’ll follow in their steps.

The story begins many years ago, across the oceans in a place we call home. Our peaceful land was invaded from the South Hordes of Muslims tried to drive us out.

In this war many brave men died, villages burned as the children cried. The defenders of Vienna were put to the test, they were the last line of defense.

Grandfather, grandfather tell me the stories of your great grandfathers heroics and glory. Tell me of the boy that became a man, when he answered the call for the fatherland.

Trenches and barbed wire was all to be seen, it was baptism of fire in 1916. Explosions ripped craters into the ground, his unit was pounded round after round.

With his bayonet fixed to his gun, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen the sun. On the Somme, Verdun he’d seen so much death, now he was the last line of defense.

Grandfather, grandfather tell me the stories of your great grandfathers heroics and glory. Tell me what itwas like being the best, growing up and defending the pearl of the West.

The beauty, the grandeur, was a sight to behold, a nation reborn, rebuilt from the old. The heart of the nation was beating so strong, yet we knew of the dangers, and it wouldn’t be long.

We fought in the South, the West, East and the North, against the whole world we would set forth. To protect an ideal and a culture so true, we were the last line of defense.

We fought in the South, the West, East and the North, against the whole world we would set forth. To protect an ideal and a culture so true, we were the last line of defense.

You try to make me feel remorse, for crimes that were not done. You’ve cried wolf too many times and put me under your gun.

You take the facts and twist them, till there hopelessly out of shape. I won’t take it anymore, it’s time to retaliate.

Millions of lies is nothing, compared to what you took from me. Misery, pain, and decadence is all that I see.

My creed is slowly dying with your homegrown recipe. So much greed and so much shame Mixed in with democracy.

You hunt our heroes down, yet they have no life to give. You degraded my people and destroyed the ways we live.

My love is gone and well of tears dry, my futures all but lost. The only thing left to do, destroy you at all costs.

You try to feed us guilt, to kill my peoples pride. You condemn our ways of life, publicly we’re crucified.

If I was the last man on the earth and could torch the world in flames, I’d go back and brun you thrice, if I’d knew you’d feel the pain. If I’d knew you’d feel the pain. If I’d knew you’d feel the pain. If I’d knew you’d feel the pain.

I feel my anger rising, as my heartbeat quickens, I think of all the lies, and deep inside it sickens. I’ve reached the boiling point, now my hatred overflows, anger fuels this fire, the fire of our throes. I know what you’re about, so it’s to no surprise, that every word you speak, are nothing more than lies. Nothing more than lies. Nothing more than lies. Nothing more than lies. Nothing more than lies. Nothing more than lies. Nothing more than lies. Nothing more than lies…

Callously whispered the worlds of contempt into your minds, with malicious intent. Dream while you slumber of a world they'll create, then sleep walk through life, in a oblivious state.

When will you finally see their world not truly free. I am flesh and bone, condemned to walk alone.

Obey the captors that strangle your mind, how will you see, when their veil keeps you blind. Euphoric lies are taken to breath, yet, what is life, when your dying a slow death.

When will you finally see their world not truly free. I am flesh and bone, condemned to walk alone.

Beneath the blue skies, you’ll bask so naive, not wary of the paling tranquility. The calm is now, but near is the storm,
soon the war will come to form.

When you hear the wind whisper all around, beware the voice that beckons you bound. Though unseen it is as it passes by,
you’ll sway like the trees ‘neathe the dead sky.

For the glimmer gold don’t sell your soul or abandon your mind to their control. Assimilation their democracy, take hold of the chance to truly live free.

This land of prosperity wears a facade, meant to pacify you with greed as your god. You’ll work for their empires like total slaves, bred from the candles to toil to your graves.

Condemned … to walk alone. Condemned … to walk alone. Condemned … to walk alone. Condemned … to walk alone.
Condemned … to walk alone. Condemned … to walk alone. Condemned … to walk alone.

When will you finally see, their world’s not truly free. I am flesh and bone, condemned to walk alone.