Lirieke: Helheim. Jormundgand.
[Music: Hrimgrimnir, Lyric: Vanargandr]
I havets svarte dyp, under den farefulle sjA?
Havet rundt alle land, der ferdes ingen mann
Kom sA?sken av Jormundgand, bli med i den siste strid
Kom i deres fars navn, Loke venter dere i krig
BA?lgene reiser seg som fjell
de vil drepe hver konge hver trA¦ll
Der de drukner i vannet
som siger innover landet
Maktenes mA?rke har inntatt jorden
Ondskap siger i floden av Jormundgands bA?lgebrus
som er lik hundre vinders sus
NA? ser man intet grA?nt
alt ligger i et askehav
Og alt det som var skjA?nt
ligger nA? i undergang
Jorden er et A?pent sA?r
som sakte synker bort
Ingen flere leveA?r
alt er bare sort
Drept av Tors hammer
men drept blir Tor selv
Jormundgand, hersker over dypet
ondskapens mA?rke flod
DA?d er havets hersker
DA?d er ondskapens mA?rke flod
DA?d er Lokes sA?nn armen som omslynger Midgard
DA?d er amren som aldri slapp lA?s for tidenes strid
DA?d er Jormundgand som entret mA?rkets favn
[English translation:]
[Jormundgand]
In the black deeps of the ocean
under the perillous sea
The ocean encompassing all the land
there no man dares to sail
Come breathren of Jormundgand
join in the final battle
Come in the name of your father
Loke awaits you in the war
The waves are rising as mountains
they will murder each king and each trell
where they drown in the sea
that is flowing over the land
The twilight of the gods has conquered the earth
Evil is saging in the flood of Jormundgands gush of waves
and sounds like the sough of a hundred winds
Now, no green can be seen
everything lies in a sea of ashes
and all that once was beautiful
is now in ruins
The earth is an open wound
which slowly fades
No more years of life
everything is black
Slain by Thors hammer
but he himself is killed
Jormundgand, the lord of the deep
the black flood of evil
Dead is the lord of the sea
Dead is the dark flood of evil
Dead is Lokes son the serpent that surrounds Midgard
Dead is the serpent that never was released before the
final battle
Dead is Jormundgand he who enters the embracement of
darkness
I havets svarte dyp, under den farefulle sjA?
Havet rundt alle land, der ferdes ingen mann
Kom sA?sken av Jormundgand, bli med i den siste strid
Kom i deres fars navn, Loke venter dere i krig
BA?lgene reiser seg som fjell
de vil drepe hver konge hver trA¦ll
Der de drukner i vannet
som siger innover landet
Maktenes mA?rke har inntatt jorden
Ondskap siger i floden av Jormundgands bA?lgebrus
som er lik hundre vinders sus
NA? ser man intet grA?nt
alt ligger i et askehav
Og alt det som var skjA?nt
ligger nA? i undergang
Jorden er et A?pent sA?r
som sakte synker bort
Ingen flere leveA?r
alt er bare sort
Drept av Tors hammer
men drept blir Tor selv
Jormundgand, hersker over dypet
ondskapens mA?rke flod
DA?d er havets hersker
DA?d er ondskapens mA?rke flod
DA?d er Lokes sA?nn armen som omslynger Midgard
DA?d er amren som aldri slapp lA?s for tidenes strid
DA?d er Jormundgand som entret mA?rkets favn
[English translation:]
[Jormundgand]
In the black deeps of the ocean
under the perillous sea
The ocean encompassing all the land
there no man dares to sail
Come breathren of Jormundgand
join in the final battle
Come in the name of your father
Loke awaits you in the war
The waves are rising as mountains
they will murder each king and each trell
where they drown in the sea
that is flowing over the land
The twilight of the gods has conquered the earth
Evil is saging in the flood of Jormundgands gush of waves
and sounds like the sough of a hundred winds
Now, no green can be seen
everything lies in a sea of ashes
and all that once was beautiful
is now in ruins
The earth is an open wound
which slowly fades
No more years of life
everything is black
Slain by Thors hammer
but he himself is killed
Jormundgand, the lord of the deep
the black flood of evil
Dead is the lord of the sea
Dead is the dark flood of evil
Dead is Lokes son the serpent that surrounds Midgard
Dead is the serpent that never was released before the
final battle
Dead is Jormundgand he who enters the embracement of
darkness
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