I Feel the Breath of Ragnarok

The Wanderer, 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 kinsmenship

The one you'll never find once a hand of your brother is eager to stab you back with knife

So the human worm do mock the greater gods for ages the cursed from was forged

The road from honest sword towards the coward bullet

And the very thunders forged in the heavenly amory now could be hiding in the electric chair.

The world is drunk with dump and bitter darkness, it's burned by the run to progress

It's eaten up and put ob knees before the scoundlers here is the final of your amazing play

But to live upon your pain, we walk towards our doom – we true awaiting Ragnarök

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 fault, the fault in their own brothers

And murder them to the greater joy of the crucified fag

When the glitter of gold is more precious than the rays of shining sun

The soul went blind from dirt they throw upon my eyes

The worm crowls towards the gold together with salvation prays

And coated into 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 to the gods

To stay the same 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

Who is greater, the wolf or the bear or maybe falkon is better than the raven

Inside of senceless questions anong the foolish people

I feel Ragnarök breaths to be alive, means to true at full do not await till oldness take your breath

Watch the stars and walk your only path its time for vilest Ragnarök