Burnmarked by the fire of hate.
Wrath and Hate.
The good life.
Exists no longer on this Earth.
Ancient might and the black power.
The hand of the Troll-lord.
I call by my side.
To end the pestlife once and for all.
So sing now with cold winds.
Rise like dark shadows.
Tear asunder the old chains.
Eliytres awakens once more...
Let blood and fire rain.
Let me see the day.
Then I will weep of happiness.
When the whole world goes under.
...the whole world goes under!
Eliytres! Father! Give me power!
Eliytres! Rivfader! (=Ripfather)! Give me death!
And the tears flow.
Tears of pain, fear.
In sadness for decisions that have not been made.