Adorned Brood Noor 1. Intro [Instrumental] 2. Storm Riding an invisible horse The Hoofs make a lot of crash Accompanied from a stranger He comes to get us You allow to ride the death on you, You bring him to us, The one with the scythe in his hand. Before he comes we hear... ...the Death-Storm A biting stench lies in the air He makes us mad, he let us die Before this end comes, We hear... We hear... ...the Death-Storm Invisible but nevertheless to see "We will see the full moon, We will never more escape from you, We will never more defeat you! You allow to ride the death on you, You bring him to us, The one with the scythe in his hand. Before he comes we hear... ...the Death-Storm A biting stench lies in the air He makes us mad, he let us die Before this end comes, We hear... We hear... ...the Death-Storm Invisible but nevertheless to see "We will see the full moon, Escape from you to be free, Defeat you in the mighty gloom! Faithfully he falls about you Aching you will find out his power Only your last breath remains Before your soul snatches from this godless creature Riding an invisible horse The Hoofs make a lot of crash Accompanied from a stranger He comes to get us A biting stench lies in the air He makes us mad, he let us die Before this end comes, We hear... We hear... ...the Death-Storm 3. Am Grunde Des Meeres Wir lieben die Stürme, die brausenden Wogen, Der eiskalten Winde raues Gesicht. Wir sind schon der Meere so viele gezogen Und dennoch sank unsre Fahne nicht. Das Schiff gleitet stolz durch die schäumenden Wogen, Es strafft der Wind unsre Segel mit Macht. Seht ihr hoch oben die Fahne sich wenden, Die blutrote Fahne? Ihr Seeleut habt acht! Wir treiben die Beute mit fliegenden Segeln, Wir jagen sie weit auf das endlose Meer. Wir stürzen an Deck und wir kämpfen wie Löwen, Unser der Sieg, viel Feinde, viel Ehr! Ja, wir sind furchtlos und fahren zu Meere; Wir fürchten nicht Tod und den Teufel dazu; Wir lachen der Feinde und aller Gefahren, Am Grunde des Meeres erst finden wir Ruh! Wir treiben die Beute mit fliegenden Segeln, Wir jagen sie weit auf das endlose Meer. Wir stürzen an Deck und wir kämpfen wie Löwen, Unser der Sieg, viel Feinde, viel Ehr! Ja, wir sind furchtlos und fahren zu Meere; Wir fürchten nicht Tod und den Teufel dazu; Wir lachen der Feinde und aller Gefahren, Am Grunde des Meeres erst finden wir Ruh! 4. Sons Of The Damned Brothers of Metal Your hands held high Brothers of Metal Thousand fists to the sky Side by side With iron and steel Side by side Fighting for Metal that is real Sons of the damned Together we're strong Sons of the damned Together we're one Sons of the damned With the Gods on our side Sons of the damned (Let us drink to our Lord) We will win the fight Metal is our Law Metal is our Life Metal is our Law Metal is our Life We stay together And show no fear For Metal We stay here Sons of the damned Together we're strong Sons of the damned Together we're one Sons of the damned With the Gods on our side Sons of the damned (Let us drink to our Lord) We will win the fight Sons of the damned, together we're strong (Let us drink to the sound) Sons of the damned, together we're one (Let us drink to our Lord) Sons of the damned, with the Gods on our side (Let us fight for Metal) Sons of the damned, we will win the fight (Sons of the damned) 5. Noor Crushes the life of our enemies. Crushes everyone who has gone. Crushes everyone who did not believe. Crushes everyone who turned away. Ashes at every place we left. Villages we have robbed. We have conquered castles. We have made the gods furious. Long is the way to our Noor, It was long away we sailed And we're sailed across The Northern Sea, Far from home. The Northern Stars lead us the way to our Noor. Crushes the life of our enemies. Crushes everyone who has gone. Crushes everyone who did not believe. Crushes everyone who turned away. Long is the way to our Noor, It was long away we sailed And we're sailed across The Northern Sea, Far from home. The moon is shining so bright, to show us the Harbor. The morning sun leads us the way to our Noor. Long is the way to our Noor, It was long away we sailed And we're sailed across The Northern Sea, Far from home. 6. Adorned Brood Words of destiny, Carried by the wind, Whispered in your ears They bear tears. Looks like an Angel, with the Beast in the internal one. Wild and untamed, hated and beloved These words come from a Creature, At home in our heads. And tell me what do you see A wolf in a Lambskin? Looks like an Angel, with the Beast in the internal one. Wild and untamed, hated and beloved She seems like an angel Behind her eyes it's dark and cold The Beast waits for her Appearance To take you all in her spell She's not what she seems A vision in our dreams Look beyond her crystal eyes! Adorned Princess, you're the keeper of the Brood. Looks like an Angel, with the Beast in the internal one. Wild and untamed, hated and beloved She seems like an angel Behind her eyes it's dark and cold The Beast waits for her Appearance To take you all in her spell 7. Schiff Der Toten Hört die Trommeln, Die Trommeln schreien, Sie geben den Takt. Mit blutigen Händen an den Riemen Um die Wellen zu bezwingen. Hört die Peitschen, Die Peitschen knallen, Sie geben die Kraft. Mit blutigen Händen an den Riemen Den Krieg zu beginnen. Es ist die Ruhe vor dem Sturm Die Zeit bleibt stehen der Mond scheint hell. Die Zeichen stehen jetzt auf Sturm Die Meute bläst zum Todduell. Hört das Schiff, dass schiff im Nebel, Im Nebel knarren, Gespenstig kommt der Bug zum Vorschein, Mit dem gehörnten Rammsporn voran. Hört die Meute, Die Meute rufen, „das ist euer ende" Schwert und Axt durchtrennt das Fleisch, Und schicken alle in das Totenreich. Es ist die Ruhe vor dem Sturm Die Zeit bleibt stehen der Mond scheint hell. Die Zeichen stehen jetzt auf Sturm Die Meute bläst zum Todduell. Es ist das Schiff der Toten Mit schwarzen Segeln im Sturm Es sind des Todes Boten Auf dem Wappen steht das Horn. Hört die Peitschen, Die Peitschen knallen, Sie geben die Kraft. Mit blutigen Händen an den Riemen Den Krieg zu beginnen. Es ist die Ruhe vor dem Sturm Die Zeit bleibt stehen der Mond scheint hell. Die Zeichen stehen jetzt auf Sturm Die Meute bläst zum Todduell. 8. Trollmelody When the night releases the day Which pushes cold in your nape, You will hear this song, Before you flee into the night. When the day makes him angry, The night will be attacked from the troll, You will smell his breath, And creep finally on the ground. Formed by their Gods. A part of the everlasting woods. If the day expels the night, In your mind the fear remains,, This song, will fade away Before the crowd moves into the dark. Trolls in big crowd will now sing Their song, quite oddly. Formed by their Gods. A part of the everlasting woods. 9. Under Yggdrasil I sat under the tree When my Master spoke to me His words froze my blood As he told the truth. Under Yggdrasil I want to know who I am Under Yggdrasil Tomorrow's awaiting, heading to paradise I cried for the ones I lost My heart bleeding for my Brothers Oh great Lord in Valhalla Give me Strength to survive. What do I see each time? Is this my destiny? Is this all thats left for me Confusion and bad memories? Under Yggdrasil I want to know who I am Under Yggdrasil Tomorrow's awaiting, heading to paradise Under Yggdrasil, under Yggdrasil, Under Yggdrasil, under Yggdrasil Under Yggdrasil I want to know who I am Under Yggdrasil Tomorrow's awaiting, heading to paradise Under Yggdrasil I want to know who I am Under Yggdrasil Tomorrow's awaiting, heading to paradise ...I'm in paradise 10. Drunken Sailor What shall we do with the drunken sailor, What shall we do with the drunken sailor, What shall we do with the drunken sailor, Early in the morning Hoo-ray, and up she rises, Hoo-ray, and up she rises, Hoo-ray, and up she rises, Early in the morning. Put him in the long boat until he's sober, Put him in the long boat until he's sober, Put him in the long boat until he's sober, Early in the morning Hoo-ray, and up she rises, Hoo-ray, and up she rises, Hoo-ray, and up she rises, Early in the morning. Shave his belly with a rusty razor, Shave his belly with a rusty razor, Shave his belly with a rusty razor, Early in the morning, Hoo-ray, and up she rises, Hoo-ray, and up she rises, Hoo-ray, and up she rises, Early in the morning.