Muggnagar


Nordlandets Herskere :

Mektige tinder, forsømt av tidens tand.
En grusom kraft. Fordømt, forstummet.
Hvor er de som først kjempet,
vår krig i vindens rike.

Fortryll de mange enkle sinn,
som i mørket danser.
Brenn de dunkle toner inn,
beruser våre sanser.

Ingen i Skyggeland,
har under månens bleke skinn,
brennt slikt et bål,
tennt slik en ild.

Store konger fra en svunnen tid,
på deres troner dere venter,
fra tordenfjell dere skuer.

Nordlandets herskere, vend atter tilbake.
Ilden er ei slukket,
her er glør som brenner.

Vi lar oss medrive, i skjersilden falle.
Hør vinden rope.

Rulers Of The Northlands :

Mighty mountains, worn from the sands of time,
A grim force. Damned and silenced.
Where are the ones who first fought
our war in the land of the winds.

Enchant the simple minds of the many
who dance in the darkness.
Engrave the darkened tones,
intoxicate our senses.

No one in shadowlands, has under
the pale shine of the moon,
ever burned such a fire,
ignited such a glow.

Great kings from a time long past,
waiting upon your thrones,
from thunder mountain you are watching.

Rulers of the nothlands, return again.
The fire has not gone out,
here are embers who burn.

We embrace the feeling, into purgatory we fall.
Hear the wind call out.



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