Panzerfaust

1. En Vind Av Sorg En Vind Av Sorg La seg tungt Omkring De Eldstes hus En eim av Frost På en allerede frossen sjel Et savn av Hyllest Fra disse edle sinn Minnes de svunnende Tider Et Hav av Tid Har gått siden den gang Norrøn tro og skikk Til Skogen hjem en Kom Og trakk luften inn Her lukter det kristenmanns-blod - igler på våre hjerter [Lyrics by Fenriz, February 1994] 2. Triumphant Gleam Bearer of Sword Stands beyond (the) Triumphant As Eternal Night falls On the Planet of (almost full) Void Weaves War with a gesture of Might Fallen are the Souls Blinded by the Warrior Dreams Finds the star invisible To most of the regular Men and Slaves And The Master serves Him Leaves then for the Last Time Finally His Castle Monument of Misanthropy and Wrath Hate Loyal Friend of His Sober Hours Treads on while the Faith Whips Sharp Mental pain makes His Eyes Gleam A light made of Dark Thrones and Frozen Winds Now can leave the planet [Lyrics by Fenriz, January 1994] 3. The Hordes Of Nebulah Scent of (the) Flying Shadows Are in the Eyes of the Vast Uranus For these Eyes have seen The horses of the Universe fade away Oh, Father (the) Fog of Nebula Your faithful children have escaped The Walls of Eternity The Elders Curse- Like Snow of the Solstice of the Sun And what the Eyes of Uranus can see Far Yonder in the Shade of the Walls Was happening Millenniums ago So whatever lies Beyond the Gate It lies in the Past Oh, We are the Hordes of Nebula Having Travelled through an Eternal Sea of Void We glance upon a distant light Star in the Far; Ye Mighty Sun Will you Die before We reach you? Are you a Fatal result of the Laws of Distance? The Swords of Time are pointing at our Hearts The grass here seems Raped- As we face Eternal Misery [Lyrics by Fenriz, Ca 1990/91] 4. Hans Siste Vinter En mann dro for å lage ild, Om hjertet brant hans sjel, var vill I et slag hvor far var glemt, det ble hans lange, kalde siste vinter. En kriger stor, med kovnet sinn I tåkedal, han ble ført inn Fra sitt ariske palass Det ble han siste, lange, kalde, siste vinter Kvitekrist og jøder feirer nå De tror at Odin ville forgå Men kampen den har nå begynt Det er hans største ærefulle seier [Lyrics by Fenriz, January 1994] 5. Beholding The Throne Of The Might When Hell Calls Your Name There's No Way Back And the Burning slaves And the Burning holy Will be seen from afar As the New Risen Throne (Star) And when the fires have Burned Beholding the Seas of Ashes And roll the (ir) Blooded flesh On holy areas Now Cold And Dead And flowers Smell of Black Now Emperor of No Light And Pain For the Eternal slaves The envy of losers so indeed upon losers themselves And destruction upon the holy man Who hails a Join us We Are (the) Future Now Be Desecration Master Be The Hammer The Hammer [Lyrics by Fenriz, January 1994] 6. Quintessence Eight miles deep the well forgotten by mortals Oh, I drank it empty in one single sip Eight miles wide the valley beyond all hope Oh, I filled the whole with one single fist Five million Christians on a ride towards us Oh, I slaughtered the bunch with one single hit (with my spear) Five million women so alone in the night Oh, I had them all satisfied profusely (every night by myself) Ten thousand trolls hard as rock cold as ice Oh, they ran when I rose to face them Ten hungry waves they swallowed my ship Oh, I steadily walked home (and I only got wet on my feet) No single book were beholden by me Oh, no question I cannot do answer Only one single lamp do show me this way And that is the eye of Satan [Written by Darkthrone by Greifi Grishnackh, December 1993 a Y.P.S.] 7. Snø Og Granskog (Utferd) Tale om heimsleg Snø og granskog er heimsleg Frå fyrste stund er det vårt Før nokon har fortalt det, at det er snø og granskog Har det plass i oss, Og sidan er det der, heile, heile tida Meterdjup fonn kring mørke tre, Det er for oss Innblanda i vår eigen ande, Heile, heile tida. Om ingen ser det, har vi snø og granskog med Ja, lia med snø, og tre ved tre så langt ein ser Kvar vi er, vender vi oss imot det Og har i oss ein lovnad om å koma heim Koma heim, gå borti der Bøyge greiner, og kjenne så det fær i ein kva det er å vara der ein høyrer til. Heile, heile tida Til det er slåkt i våre innlandshjarte