Fenris Offerings to the Hunger 1. The Coming of Asatru instrumental 2. Offerings to the Hunger Freya hear our calls, mother of all that lives In this sacred forest we gather in your name To plant the seed of prosper and worship thy forgiveness That the sacrifice we make may bring life through death The gift In the darkest depth of emptiness Our offer is swallowed by the lake Foretell the times that lay ahead As we bring thee lives that you may take Glorious are thou signs Make your wisdom ours Unchanged by time We will harvest all The procession Chants are sung of praise Only the bog now will see her face Slowly followers move on In time merely the lake will hear her song 3. As Wolves They Came In a cold remembrance Steel thrashes its way The holy relies ending Blood spills of a god dethroned The last of men in cloth Toil their way into the sea Devoured by the greed of Odin The waves run red with blood of thee The warlord weaves his web of death As pagans sigh their grim last breath The bloodied red sun is his shield As the eagle scams the battlefield 4. The Blood Opens Gateways Into the shadows Of the fallen ones Led by the virtue To form a thousand suns The slaughter was unseen For eyes not yet groomed to such a display Red was the colour of their grief Death was the mother of them all Divine space confined Lords of the ring expelled Born as the fire blazed Feared as the carnage raged Walking further Growing weaker Untold murder Hidden deeper The blood opens gateways To shrines of earthly gods Feasting on the crimson Of souls inherent lost 5. Fier is de Wind Door hoge golven Daalt de toorn op ons neer Tegen de goden hun verlangen Hebben de stervelingen geen verweer Lang zijn nu de nachten In het rijk der woeste zee Langs verlaten duistere wegen Neemt donar ons nu mee Fier is de wind, die hier raast Hij neemt het leven, overhaast Geboren uit donder en vuur Neemt hij zielen te laatste uur Zittend op zijn troon Lachend om zijn daden Treurend tracht hij hier In hoeveel bloed dat hij kan baden - Translation - Proud is the Wind Through high waves The wrath descends on us Against the gods' desires Mortals have no defense Long are the nights In the realm of the savage sea Along deserted dark ways Donar brings us now Proud is the wind that rages here He takes life, rushed Born of thunder and fire He takes souls to their last hour Sitting on his throne Laughing at his actions Saddened he tries here In how much blood he can bathe 6. Zonen des Storms Als een vlaag van vernietiging Brengen zij de schrik over land Herleving van sterven Belichaming van angst Door de zonen des storms Leeft de herinnering voort Verwekt als rijders van wind Dalen zij neder tot ieders poort Zonen des storms Aan de hemel zo vrij Verdrijf de ziekte die ons velt En schenk ons de kracht die ons hoger stelt Wij drinken van uwer vocht En strijden mee op deze laatste tocht - Translation - Sons of the Storm As a wave of destruction They bring the terror over land Revival of death Embodiment of fear Through the sons of the storm The memory lives on Conceived as riders of wind They descend to everyone's gate Sons of the storm In the heavens so free Banish the disease that fells us And grant us the strength that brings us higher We drink of thy moisture And fight along on this last journey 7. Destroyer of Worlds Mystic powers control the circle of fear Silently the monster dictates its flow To where hope becomes nothing And hate alters everything Come forth, bringer of pain and evil And uphold my ring of fire Take leave, seeker of flesh and death Thy are the dwellers of endless mire Weakling, your cries mean nothing to me Why do you challenge my infinite strength? For I have become death The destroyer of worlds Bound are the hands to grasp you near Silenced is the tongue that speaks the words You need to hear Our spirits will carry The memories of truth Our spirits will fade In moments of time