Skoll
      Grisera

1. 	Grush

The call to arms has been done
we have been collected in the great vast plane
in honor and pride, from clans and families
blood will flow, lot of blood
the crows will feast on dead young corpses
the harvest time has come
wake up prouds Lombards
lances will be broken
shield will be shattered
a day of swords and broken bones
for the dawn of a nes sun
for the twilight of the Gods
that gave us strenght and name
this land will be our
our horses will conquer it
ride through the plane proud knights
smash the enemy as a storm
for the destrucion and the end of their world.
Death!
ready to die we run on our enemies
they fall and leave the field terrorized by our lances
hundred fall in a sea of blood and guts
victory is our!
covered of blood of our enemies
we hail our ancestors
now my face is covered of coagulated blood
Grush we call it
and it's the sign of our victory and might!


2. 	Grisera

Bianco pallore invernale
che copre la natura
sopita nella morte
in attesa della rinascita
ancestrale gelo del passato
mistica unione tra cielo e terra
grigi fiumi nebbiosi e cristalli di ghiaccio
tutto è coperto
tutto attende
silenzio in attesa di vento
simbolo di gelo primordiale
sonno stanchezza
livore delle membra
cerco i simboli
e la mia barba è coperta di respiro
congelato
I simboli dell'inverno e del perduto tempo
si manifestano
I miei occhi e la mia mente
li colgono come
in un sogno velato
il verso del corvo mi richiama


3. 	Hrothaharijaz

Ancient king
son of Woden
survived to the venom of the enemies
thou who kept the ancient cults alive
thou who tried to create a new nation
you fought the vatican subterfuges
and the bizantine decadence
powerful king of the Lombards
you made your people strong
proud warrior and illuminated monarch
the Esarcate and the Pope trembled
when you reached the supreme power
ancient king
son of Woden
your sramasax breed
the blood of your enemies
and your shield protect the lands under the alps
Hrothaharijaz was your name
but people called you Rotari
Hrothaharijaz
son of Woden


4. 	Wolves in the Mist

Howling and haunting
hidden in the mist
as wolves among the sheeps
persecuted by modern men
stronghold of the ancient wisdom
moving fast in the silence of the night
from the dark woods and the lakes
to the mountains and the oceans
we resist the oppressor
we still stand proud of our roots
howling and haunting
hidden in the mist
as wolves among the sheep
we persecute the clergy men
running fast through their lives
we keep the ancient cults alive
we collect the symbols and the wyrd
we are the wolves
howling and haunting
protected by the mist
we are the wolves you are the sheep
abandon the shepherd and be free