Lyrics: The wanderer is the one who walks these earthly roads! What do you seek among this rotten world? Here where only betrayals and meanness could survive! By your faith in your fatherland they would call you heretic! May it be the honour you're looking for? But it exists no longer! Or may it be the kinsmenship? The one you'll never find! Once a hand of your brother, is eager to stab you back with a knife! So the human worm do mock the greater gods! For ages the curse was forged! The road from honest sword towards the coward bullet! And the very thunders forged in the heavenly armoury! Now could be hiding even in the electric chair! The world is drunk with dump and bitter darkness! It's ruined by the run to progress! It's eaten up and put on it's knees before the scoundlers! Here is the final of your amazing play! But to live doesn't mean to survive! Be cursed these times of the damnation and the scum! By sharpening my blade, I live awaiting Ragnarok! And only the strongest ones could murder! The weakness which has become the prophet of this world! We spit upon our pain! We walk towards our doom! We live awaiting Ragnarok! When the glitter of the gold is more precious than the rays of rising sun! The soul went blind from dirt they throw upon my eyes! The worm crowls towards the gold together with salvation prays! To be a kinsmen, it means to truly be one's brother! To be in brotherhood, it means to die for them! But so many here try to find the faults in their own brothers! And murder them to the greater joy of the crucified fag! To stay the same, is to isolate yourself from others! Or burn in soulside flames, die young! To be all or no one! To be the shadow behind it all! Or one could be a greater memory among its folk! And coated into the spiders web, the one just like the thousands others! The coward tries to steal the strength of the strongest! The man is stealing the force which was given by the gods! Who is greater the wolf or the bear? Or maybe falcon is better than the raven? Inside of senseless questions among the foolish people! I feel the breath of Ragnarok! To be alive means to be true at full! And don't await till oldness take your breath! Watch the stars and walk your only path! It's time for vilest Ragnarok!
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Lyrics:
The wanderer is the one who walks these earthly roads!
What do you seek among this rotten world?
Here where only betrayals and meanness could survive!
By your faith in your fatherland they would call you heretic!
May it be the honour you're looking for?
But it exists no longer!
Or may it be the kinsmenship?
The one you'll never find!
Once a hand of your brother, is eager to stab you back with a knife!
So the human worm do mock the greater gods!
For ages the curse was forged!
The road from honest sword towards the coward bullet!
And the very thunders forged in the heavenly armoury!
Now could be hiding even in the electric chair!
The world is drunk with dump and bitter darkness!
It's ruined by the run to progress!
It's eaten up and put on it's knees before the scoundlers!
Here is the final of your amazing play!
But to live doesn't mean to survive!
Be cursed these times of the damnation and the scum!
By sharpening my blade, I live awaiting Ragnarok!
And only the strongest ones could murder!
The weakness which has become the prophet of this world!
We spit upon our pain!
We walk towards our doom!
We live awaiting Ragnarok!
When the glitter of the gold is more precious than the rays of rising sun!
The soul went blind from dirt they throw upon my eyes!
The worm crowls towards the gold together with salvation prays!
To be a kinsmen, it means to truly be one's brother!
To be in brotherhood, it means to die for them!
But so many here try to find the faults in their own brothers!
And murder them to the greater joy of the crucified fag!
To stay the same, is to isolate yourself from others!
Or burn in soulside flames, die young!
To be all or no one!
To be the shadow behind it all!
Or one could be a greater memory among its folk!
And coated into the spiders web, the one just like the thousands others!
The coward tries to steal the strength of the strongest!
The man is stealing the force which was given by the gods!
Who is greater the wolf or the bear?
Or maybe falcon is better than the raven?
Inside of senseless questions among the foolish people!
I feel the breath of Ragnarok!
To be alive means to be true at full!
And don't await till oldness take your breath!
Watch the stars and walk your only path!
It's time for vilest Ragnarok!
Foda demais.
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