Down from the mountain, cries of an headless love, high above 

Cold seems to me your kiss from the ocean deep, in my sleep 

I see you go south on the evening tide, end your fight 

Futile attempts, you can't change the way, of our day and age of heathen and Hel 



I've been living here from when I was born 

And my heathen kin it was that found and then populated this land 

Who is then this man who demands my scat 

He whose mighty ancestors drove mine out of Norway to seek new lands 



Which are slipping through my hands 

Hold they nothing more divine 

Than the property of land 

Set the thing here and then 



Line my booth with cloth, black as ravens wings 

See to that these men are dealt as those mighty kings men that came before 

Line my booth with cloth, black as ravens wings 

Here in darkness with my silver bags, let them come in and take what's mine 



All the islands should be mine 

But were running out of time 

Wield the axe and make them mine 

I will rule within my time 



Here in pain 

Here in darkness 

Here in decadence 

Ocean deep, so it reads, thou shalt not enslave thy kin, I 

Swear this oath, I'll keep my faith and I'll keep my 

Kin from all harm, raise the song to the mountains majesty for thee 



Now that millennium has gone 

And the sad and weary tales 

Of the subsequent events 

Are what's left of greater times