Kroda
Fimbulvinter




The Beginning of Whiter Night of Oskorei

With Paroxysmal Breath to inhale
An Icecold Winter Air
And then be strangled...
While swallowed the Edge of Glacial Spears...

And Roaring to penetrate the Night
Devastate the whole Wasteland
By Echo to roll the Forest
By Arrow to flash in One Moment

Let the Ice Steel reflect
The Sparkling Snow...
Frozen is Distance Far -
Unveiled and Vulnerable - to All the Sides

... I Am The Beginning of Winter Night!
I Am Snow that razor the Eyes!
I Am the Frost Blade of Fierce Winter!
I measure the Space with Abyss Wings!
I Am The Beginning of Northern Night of Oskorei!
I Am Freezing Snow that razor Thy Eyes!
I Am ISKALD KVASS of Fierce Winter!
I lacerate the Space with GINNUNGAGAP Fangs!

Through the Hazy Vastlands
As a Transparent Ray
By Snowstorm I ride
With a Cold Flame
I Blight All
That fell into Furrow
I Scorch All
With Flame of Coldness

... I Am The Beginning of Winter Night!
I Am Snow that razor the Eyes!
I Am the Frost Blade of Fierce Winter!
I measure the Space with Abyss Wings!
I Am The Beginning of Northern Night of Oskorei!
I Am Freezing Snow that razor Thy Eyes!
I Am ISKALD KVASS of Fierce Winter!
I lacerate the Space with GINNUNGAGAP Fangs!

Through the Misty Grey Distance
As a Crystal Ray
By Sharp Arrow Edge
As an Oskorei Flame
I Raze All
With Frozen Steel
I Sweep All
With Threatening Cudgel of Thorns

I shalt Yawn with Winds and Blizzards
I shalt Rage with Squalls and Snowstorms
With Ices shalt cover every Pond and Lake
Shalt bind them with Glacial Chains

I shalt Gape with Winds and Tempests
I shalt Rage with Blizzards and Winterstorms
In Woods - I shall lay wide with Snows
Shalt pass Rivers and Steppes with Hoarfrosts

... That Is The Beginning Of Fierce, Freezing, Wild Winter Night Of Oskorei!...


Glacial Riders of Fimbulvinter

Ye hear?... As Wolves, Winds raised Howl
There, in Nocturnal Height?
With Black Wing, Raven embrace the Skies
Veiling the Firmament worn in Garment of Stars

Ye hear?...
Through the Wind Howl with Hooves Beats
The Icecovered Pulsing Expanse is scourged
By Horses of Glacial Riders of Fimbulvinter

Above Mountains and Woods - by Clouds they are
As a Falcons of Snowfall
Above Steppes and Mounds -
By the Stars burning High

Above Mountains and Woods - by Clouds they are
As a Falcons of Snowfall
Above Steppes and Mounds -
By the Stars burning High

Ye hear?...As Wolves, Winds raised Howl
From Everywhere they Strive Forth
They Soar, by Storms they are followed
By Glacial Riders of Fimbulvinter

They Rush! And nowhere to hide
From the Hoarfrost Swords!
They Screech! And by Echo that Yell is to roll
By Resound of Their Hammers of Ice!

Above Mountains and Woods - by Clouds they are
As a Falcons of Snowfall
Above Steppes and Mounds -
By the Stars burning High

Above Mountains and Woods - by Clouds they are
As a Falcons of Snowfall
Above Steppes and Mounds -
By the Stars burning High

Shalt ingnaw in SJEL with Icecold Fangs
Shalt predatory quench the Bloodthirst from the Heart
Northern Wolfpacks heralding with Fear
Forestalling the Riders...

Above Mountains and Woods - by Clouds they are
As a Falcons of Snowfall
Above Steppes and Mounds -
By the Stars burning High


Where Brave Warriors Shalt Meet Again

Souls are drunk with Rage
Hearts are filled with Hatred
By the Werewolves Rapacious Pack
By the Steel of Berserkers Sights
At last their Spears are aimed forth
Glittering are Valkyries Armours
Squalling Vortex of Einherjers Hate
Where is no Place for pity

There where Cold Winds are singing
Glory to Warriors that fell in Fight
Glory to Those who gave Their Lives
With no doubt in the name of Their Faith
Where Snows are sweep high the Mounds
To Those Who stepped against foes till the end
To Those Whose braveness is unknown
To any damned christian sheep

Descendants of Gods stared in Death’s Eyes
And held tight in a Hands their Swords
Their Bodies are swallowed by Funeral Pyres
And their Ashes by Rains washed away

There where the Last Battle begin
Where Ragnarok Storm roll
With a loud yell ”Heil Wotan!”
Winged Brother of Wolf shalt drink Mead of Our Wounds
Where Black Sun ascend high
Where is no Place for compassion
Where the Halls of Swords and Shields are –
Where Brave Warriors shalt meet again

Descendants of Gods stared in Death’s Eyes
And held tight in a Hands their Swords
Their Bodies are swallowed by Funeral Pyres
And their Ashes by Rains washed away

There where the Last Battle begin
Where Ragnarok Storm roll
With a loud yell ”Heil Wotan!”
Winged Brother of Wolf shalt drink Mead of Our Wounds
Where Black Sun ascend high
Where is no Place for compassion
Where the Halls of Swords and Shields are –
There Brave Warriors shalt meet again

In Valhalla We Shalt Meet Again!
Heil Odin!


Funeral of the Sun

Coldness Bestial Vortex raging Inside Every Creature...

Dance of Ravens in Leaden-Grey Skies -
Starless, immense...
With Their Feather like by Knives
That Vault is ruptured... At last...
At last, the Black Winds
Cast down Their Storm upon
Boundless Wastelands
By Wolves They murdered the
Breath of Life
In Themselves - at last...

Winds of Grief as Phantoms are
Covered with Gloom all Peaks of Mountains
Among the Veil of Night
At last, the Funeral Pyre was flaming
Souls exhausted by Icewinds
Hovering above Land at last
Creeping by Gallow Forests
To the Funeral of the Sun

Lonesome Smog spreaded forth
Furiously howling like a Wolf
Above the Storming Sea
Of Ice Thorns

Dance of Two Ravens in Leaden-Grey Skies -
Huginn and Muninn
With Their Feather like by Knives
That Vault is ruptured... At last...
At last, the Black Winds
Cast down Their Storm upon Boundless Expanse
By Wolves They murdered the Breath of Life
Geri and Freki

Winds of Grief as Phantoms are
Covered with Gloom all Peaks of Mountains
Among the Veil of Night
At last, the Funeral Pyre was flaming
Souls exhausted by Icewinds
Hovering above Land at last
Creeping by Gallow Forests
To the Funeral of the Sun


A Stormride (Branikald Cover)

Frost kills the Sight, Icecold Wind cut like Razor
By the Death Serpent, Steel shalt rip Lifeblood from Heart
Upon the Last Shore, there Spirit stood Alone
Forever Black Tides covered His Firmament

Those Grim Tides - Are to strangle Every Breath
Wolfish Jaws of Gloom - To swallow Every Ray of Light
In the Void of Darkness - Reality is frozen to Ice
So the Flesh dies - But still Unbroken is Path

"...Nothing is over with Death
As a Winged Slektning of Grey Murderer
By the Flaming Algiz Against the Roaring Storm
Spirit is to Soar - Onwards!!!"

Til Vaers Og Fram
A Stormride is to leave Behind
The Ruin of Life where the Bridge
Of All It's Forms falling down Wrapped in Flames

Target of Spirit - To achieve Immortality
Force take It away from Death's Twisted Claws
Firmness of Greed for Thought
Exalted Him High Above the Ashes
By the Stormwind of
Universe Stardust
Upon the Wings of Steel
To the Abyss of Eternity

True Gestalt of Ragnarok - Do You know What is it?!
Horrid Primal Visage, Naked Unmasked Fear?
Essence of It's Roots - Inexorable Movement Upwards
Essence of A Stormride Creating the Blaze of It's Aura

Crude Atmosphere, Breath of Most Fierce Winter
Shalt cleave Haze and Mist upon His Pathway
Till the Flash of Reawakening in Glacial Light
In Obtained Light of Pure Conscience

The Hate We sown - It shalt ride
By Rapacious Wolfpacks in Our Avantgarde
The Day is to come - All Souls be strangled
In the Utter Black Tides of That Hatred

"...But Now is the Moment
In the Stellar Flame
For Spirit to be Revealed
For Evighet Aand..."

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A Stormride (original)

Cold and Shallow was that Soul
Once Above the Horizons of the Night
(Like if they would be the Last Shores of His Life)
The waves of Darkness Swallowed All
Stillness... Emptiness...
Through Nothing Really Ends With Death
Yet the Horizons of Life's diversity
Fall in Ruins as the Bridge Aflame
The Quest for Immortality Was His God
And the Power of the Will Lifted the Soul Above the Ashes
"Do you know the true face of Ragnarok?"
Its Real Image is the One of the Movement Upwards
The Spirit Creates it's Aura
And the Atmosphere of the Fiercest FimbulVinter Clarifies the Awakening
In the Newer Light of the Purity, Finally Grasped
And This Hatred We Planted - It will Aspire
As the Horde of the Wolves Before Us... And Once...
It would Embrace all the Souls... Yet...
That would be a Time of Infinity...

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