One Thousand Years of Rain

The age of the wolf is the age of the sword

Son of the earth, father of despair, lurking

And ever searching to end his thirst

Strength reborn in the streams of cold blood

Son of the earth, father of rage, hiding beneath

And ever smiling when the seed is planted

Hate paving the streets of gold

Long gone is the golden grace

Feeble beats from a frozen heart

Now glowing eyes in the pale face

The blind man cries in vain

Long gone is the light of day

Searching the borders of sanity

The children of tomorrow they slay

Their spirits entombed in rotten soil

Son of the earth, father of anxiety, amongst us

And ever telling the tales of the righteous

Licking drops of sorrow from the lake of tears

Son of the earth, father of treason, envy the beauty

And ever embracing the desperation

Hiding from the moonbeams, afraid to face the wrath

Wandering down the icy path

The sun is dying

The mother is crying

No sadness found in the jester’s face

The sun is dying

The mother is crying

Long gone is the golden grace

Feeble beats from a frozen heart

Now glowing eyes in the pale face

The blind man cries in vain

Long gone is the light of day

Searching the borders of sanity

The children of tomorrow they slay

Their spirits entombed in rotten soil

The winter is closing in

Like the grip of a war within

Absence of light turning flesh to stone

A cosmic war and you stand alone

Brother killing brother

Tales of honor becoming myth

History written with axes and blood

The wolf is howling at the gate

Bræðr munu berjask

(Ok at) bönum verðask,

Munu systrungar

Sifjum spilla

Leika Míms synir

(En) mjötuðr kyndisk

At inu galla Gjallarhorni

Skelfr Yggdrasils

Askr standandi

Ymr it aldna tré

Hræðask allir

(Á helvegum)

(Áðr Surtar þann

Sefi of gleypir

Wandering down the icy path

The sun is dying

Silent tears won’t bring him back

No sadness found in the jester’s face

The mother is crying

Breach the walls, relieve the pain, or be left in one thousand years of rain