Brudt Stilhed

Evoke the nightspirits,

Burn the flesh on sacrificial ground,

For we, the fallen, hath arrived

At the gates of a new domination.

Through fire to walk

And leave a burning path

For the ghosts of the past

To witness.

The black veil veil of wintry night

Blows asunder in the violent storm,

In which many a foul creature

Has left for the majestic mountains.

Oh, why art thou so strong?

My dearest keeper of

Jaded hearts and deathly stillness

Where I breathe, silently.

The concerto of dawn hath arrived,

Hence the music begins.

The cold hard slash of the violin

Wrenches apart flesh within murderous hymns.

As now we lie still

The tortued edge of the deep

And we wonder.

Needed rest eludes capture

As the night draws in,

And the fires burn on

As if winds threatened not.

Dance 'neath the stars,

And breathe deep the sense

Of everlasting stillness

Within the bounds of eternity.

For we laugh and cry,

But never forget

The shallow pools

In which the night

Was forever shattered

By the tidal force

That lashed out

And destroyed many.

Stå nu op,

Og stå front mod skyggerne

Som for altid styrer livet

For de uforberedte fjender.

I livet og i døden,

Mens vi prøver a leve i fred;

Stilheden bliver brudt

Og slagterierne bliver begynder.

Now rise up,

And take arms against the shadows

That forever dictate the lives

Of unsuspecting foes.

In life and death,

As we try to live in peace;

The serenity is broken

And the slaughter begins...