The Revenge Of Blood On Ice

(albüm: Blood On Ice - 1996)

Fifteen years have passed
Every day in the woods have cried
The words of vengeance and revenge
The Gods have watched him day and night
By the Northern stars bright light
Growing stronger. Coming nearer

Upon a steed as white as snow
He is riding through this land of no return
His hair blowing in the wind
A sword in his hand. And his eyes, they burn

Guide me, my Ravens. Find the way through the woods and snow
Let your eyes be mine seeking for the valley of death
Come this far I am willing to face the twin-headed beast's breath
Let your wings be my heart in the air, black as the night
I have steel at side. Powers of thunder the Gods with me ride

I trust on my Ravens, watching from above black as night
Swift as lightning and graceful as the doves
I trust on my Stallion. Born by the wind, taking me through the valley
Where this world ends and the shadows begins
I trust on my Sword. Forged in fire and ice
Its sharp blade shall be baptized in blood as I take the Beast's life

Cry, old crow, cry...

Come out of darkness, you beast of Hel, face me out on this field of moonlit snow
I will not be deterred by your ugliness before my sword your two heads will roll
I will not let my sword rest until its steel has sung for your ugly twin head
I'll wipe the sweat off my face with your bloody scalps and watch your four eyes telling me that your dead

Gathering speed, charging forward, collision is close now
The swords are drawn, held high they flash in the pale blue moonlight

Aiming at throats bare, the moment is so near, the time seems to halt for a while
Even the stars in the sky hold their breath

This is the moment of glory or death...

The moment to maim or to be put to rest...

So close now I almost can hear the black blood in the beast's thick veins pumping
I am swinging my sword. May the Gods be with me!

I ride out through the vast portals of Hel
I swing my sword in the air
And the dead beast's two bloody scalps attached to a spear

Now is come the moment for me to set free
Those, along time ago, brought far north by the twin-headed beast

On that daybreak when old crow did cry...

That hard winter when I still a child...

By my Father was told of a hall way above the clouds
Gates open wide for the one who dies with sword in hand!