Blot
(Einherjer - 2003)







1. Einherjermarsjen
2. Ironbound
3. Dead Knight's Rite
4. Wolf-Age
5. The Eternally Damned
6. Ware Her Venom
7. Hammar Haus
8. Starkad
9. Ride the Gallows
10. Ingen Grid
11. Berserkergang
12. Venomtongue






1. Einherjermarsjen

[Instrumental]






2. Ironbound

Feel the of taste of hate release its bitterness
Caught up in a place to face the fate
From below taken, trapped and tied in chains
Serpent spewing venom from above

The serpent never stop spitting out its searing venom
Not for a minute, not for a moment
Striving not to gasp
Striving to surmount the pain
Striving not to let the woman
know how much her brief run costs

Ironbound - The torture never stops
Ironbound - Held hard, held in horror
Ironbound - The torture never stops
Ironbound - Through bonds of blood

Bound I am with bowels torn from my kin
To bring the torment closer to my eyes
Writhing in pain, causing quakes in chains
Prepare the fall of all, I call to arms

By my hand come the end and the chaos
At my touch the green leaves withers
Hurry to your end
You who ween yourself so strong
I feel a luring lust
to consume the ones who tamed me once

Oath-bound to Odin in blood but beware
If in truth I am gut-bound to rocks
Know that first and last I am
Bringer of death and of doom






3. Dead Knight's Rite

As thunder borne upon the wind
Was heard the battle's wild uproar
See the angels of the dead
Seek blood dripping crimson red

Amidst the heaps of foemen slain
Drenched with battle's bloody rain
On the plate-mail rattled loud
The arrow-shower's rushing cloud

Spear-torrents swept away
Ranks of foes from light of day

In the dark the spears were whet
Grimly pointed metal shone
Dread the weapons of the knights
Battered shield and blood-smeared swords

Ravens, rain-soaked lurked the feast
Nesting redly the deceased
Grim the jaws that shook their shields
Red the fangs that bit the bones

Spear-torrents swept away
Ranks of foes from light of day






4. Wolf-Age

Axe-age Økstid
Sword-age Sverdtid
Wolf-age Vargtid

I saw the doombringer coming to call
In form of the blind
And the arrow of fraud
Pierced through the skin of the fair
In accents of despair
As he died away
Borne throughout the misty air
The sun turned pale and no one spoke
Vows were sworn that very night
This death will be avenged

I saw the ship burning floating away
As a funeral pyre
To be claimed by the sea
A biting sarcasm rose
Whence the sly one fled
Hence the bondage of blood
Burned throughout the misty air
Ringhorn disappeared and no one spoke
Vows were sworn that very night
This death will be avenged

I saw the darkness descend upon the nine worlds
To enhance the coming of the end
All-Father then stod up and addressed upon the nine worlds
Axe-age, Sword-age, Wolf-age

Northwards and netherwards for nine nights through darkness
And through the vastness of Vid
Towards the ninth realm for nine nights through darkness
Axe-age, Sword-age, Wolf-age

Northwards and netherwards the eight-hooves were pounding
Through mist and pathways of death
Across the burning bridge the eight-hooves were pounding
Axe-age, Sword-age, Wolf-age

I felt the darkness increase upon the nine worlds
The winter tighened its grip
Grim Fimbul rage addressed upon the nine worlds
Axe-age, Sword-age, Wolf-age

I saw the wolf-age coming to call
In form of the blind
And the arrow of fraud
Seeds of destruction were sowed
By the hands of doom
And by daring the meek
Tears thou kept to thouself
To avoid his return
To be wept of out Hel
Shields shall be cloven in vain
For this act of deceit
As the fate has forseen






5. The Eternally Damned

Hear me Doom-bringers
Pale-bleak spawn of Hel
Await the seething tide…

As a venomous omen
An eagle pecks at the dead
Its beak dripping blood…

At dusk death will dawn
Denoument hoist the sail
Skin and nail prevail...






6. Ware Her Venom

“Fear rule my world still
Has ruled it, shall rule it
Meek is weak”
Ill-boding wolfs blood
Crowned in woe, death-stained
Dread-gard Queen

Sear the runes of wrath
The rependant writhes in remorse
Niflhel - Ware her venom

To be taught by tongue of treason
Hoping nothing knowing nothing
Ware her venom

Serenely cold-blooded
Death embedded skin
Wrapped around death-sin
Words of unwise men
Pierce all senses
Pain, yes pounding pain

Hear the screams of deceit
The Half-dead sneers in delight
Niflhel - Ware her venom

To be taught by tongue of treason
Hoping nothing knowing nothing
Ware her venom






7. Hammar Haus

Djupe skogen, Loke-skrall
Jotun frista hammar-skrall
Mjøllne brest hugens hallar
Fjell og dalar drottens drønne-kall
I Utgard; Ake-Tor
Følget råka Jotun jord
Niding pest i Lokes hallar
Gny hirden, Tor i kallar med nid

Hammar Haus - Hammar-Ty
Rimkolde Rungne ramma
Ramme raus - Hammar-Ty
Rimkolde Rungne ramma

Utgard-Lokes falske leik
Ei ussel, ei veik - Åsa-Tor

Huge ga Tjalve strid
Strauk han grunnen lett som vinden
Ingen grid i utgards hallar
Traust Tjalve beintrøtt tok sitt mot
Loke ei hell vil ha
Loge brenner lukt som ilden
Ingen list i Åsa-kallar
Balders bane taus mot Muspells ve

Havets larm i det mektige mjødhorn
Stort om stavnen
Mein i den mektige
Æges arge velde
Hatefullt står imot havets harme
Om alle land
Ligger Jormundgand
Med eiter om juvande kjeften

Elle - Arge eldes velde
For alders føtter alle faller
Ei håp om grid
Synkverv - Utgard-Lokes list
Lorrides leik
Loke bleik i Utgards hallar






8. Starkad

I Hordaland ska hærmenn fella blot
Mannablot te Herjans hær
Nidingverk e
Starkads bot

Grimme gamle halvtrolls bane-brodd
Harde hirdmanns lodd
Starkads ætt e
Starkads lodd

Sterk i spydver, hard mot skarpe odd
Bane blir ei banesår
Strid med Hake, Hake stri og rå med
Vebjorg hakehoggar i sin hird

Rik på sår
Odins rause gunst gamle bytting får
Slikk om sår
Odins sterke kunst sterke stridsmann får

Høg ska akta, andre menn ska hata
Tredje nidingverk ska så
I strid ska vokta, fyrsten blod ska lata
Odins stridsverk ska rå

Hogga i halsen
Ser inn i livet
Kløyva i brystet
Innvollar henge
Banemann Hader
Hogge av hausen
Tors gamle ondskap
Bite i graset






9. Ride the Gallows

Galders great, nine Bòltorn gave
Nine lays of might
Drank the draught of Kvasir’s blood
Mead Divine

Word from word gave words to me
And throve full well
Deed from deed gave deeds to me
Ere long prudence came

Runes you’ll find and fateful signs
Strong staves, stout staves
Runes that Galdra-Father stained
Runes of old graved

Word from word gave words to me
How to evoke them
Deed from deed gave deeds to me
How to score them

Ride the gallows of the norns
Born secrets of the dead
Nine runes
Nine lays
Born secrets of the norns

Ride the gallows of the norns
Born secrets of the dead
Nine runes
Nine lays
Born secrets of the dead






10. Ingen Grid

Ormens strid va hard
Jernvåpen skrangla mot skallar
Longspyd luta for liv å ta
Regn av ildpiler falt
I Odins gny

Jernvåpen skalv
Broddar brant blodig i brystet
Malmsterke klinger fra Rogaland
Talte folkets ord
I Odins gny






11. Berserkergang

Hørr de rir et rykte sørfra
Herskjold og herda oddar herje
Kampkloke, hissige kjølskodde hestar
Spydver i vente
Med dragar i stavnen

Malmsterke udyr vente
Gape i sinne med jernkjeft i sky
Bjørn og ulv stille sultne
Sultne på sårleik, berserkergang

Hørr de rir et rykte vett eg
Hermenn med malmspyd rød rundt kjeften
Jernklinger skjelve med blåblanke eggar
Glohondar ete det asketåkå tok

Det mørkna mot økstid for Ryger
I spydting; la jernvåpens larm ramma hardt
Eg vett det svartna for mången
I jernleiks kvasse berserkergang

Med vind i dragens seil
Blei bølger brutt fra vest
Jernklinga skrog
Strøik fram i fjorden
Fra åpne sår fekk blod
Fritt leide te sjø
Og kvast der vest for land
Fløit menn så var kåra te døden

Hørr de rir et rykte sørfra
Kampgny, hissige framlynte fyrstar
Jernklinga skjoldborg i fritt leide fare
For ære og land i Odins navn






12. Venomtongue

False peace
None my friend in word
Batteling bards
None my friend in word
Bloodshed
Ill nature comes to pass
War gods
Ill nature comes to pass

Loke
Untame venomtongue
No ward on words of blaming tongue
Loke
Stinging venom song
No heart, no hope for venomtongue
No heart, no hope for venomtongue

In dismay the One-Eyed gazes
With a grave brow
On the friendship of old
With a bleeding heart
In eyes of cold
Hating, despising

Dawned decay of bloodline alliance
No use to dwell
On a friendship of old
Let the elder spite
and disgrace unfold
Blaming, lying

Enchained
With the guts of your long gone son
Tearing fangs
On the guts of your long gone son
Silence
Come the holy hammers woe
Bones undone
From the holy hammers woe







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