Death

En sang jeg skrev da jeg var i lidt pessimistisk humør.

Death
It's the absolute end
Nothing were before
Nothing comes after

They come in the night
Come when darkness approaches
You can hear their footsteps
At the dawn of night

They bring despair
They bring destruction
In their presence
Chaos thrives

You can hear their laughter
The laugther of the Unliving
You find them as Vermin
Rats and Lice

They were created to spread
The plague of chaos
The Black Death
The obliterator of mankind

You cannot fight them
To fight you must see
There is no savior
Infection is obsolete

It ends as it started
With sorrow and death
None will survive
Chaos reckons

Rest In Pieces

From Walhalla

En ældre sang skrevet af Boromir aka. Svart Varg

We come from the north
come from the darkness
we come to plunder
and slaughter the masses

We are vikings of hate
no match for the weaklings
we bring thunder from north
to bring pain to the wild things

We will plunder your fields
take everything from you
we will feast on your flesh
and take your daughters too

and you will stand against us
but you cannot win
our steel will kill you
don't try to begin

you will stand against us
but we will not fall
we are sons of odin
we will slay you all

at a time we will fall
but it will not be the end
we will come from walhalla
and bring death yet again

we will arise from the ashes
arise from the field
we are brothers of metal
Phoenix' of steel

Have fun.

Viking

Her er den første drikkevise skrevet af Boromir aka. Svart Varg.

We drink and slaugther
with joy and laughter
With mead and beer
we know no fear

they attack again
the mighty force
we know no fear
and no remorse

they die at our blades
marked with blood
their screams is a hymn
to the thunder god

we lust for battle
we lust for gore
at the end of the day
we lust for more

we lust for women
we lust for fun
to the abbey we go
to the christian scum

the vikings we are
to asa we're sworn
we'll fight to the end
to die we were born

The battlefield calls once again
to battle we take the mighty men

the mead and beer will wait for us
from battle we return victorious

God Drikkelyst!