Instrumental

The Seer climbs the ancient tree, Unveils the pain the earth conceals, In autumn's peace, with blade set free, Its heart, revealed with mystic seals. The oak tree's law bows to the ground, The Seer calls the spirits near, Oak's law to earth, a whispered sound, Enchantments sung, the veil to clear. A talisman laid by the sacred tree, In sacred soil, beneath oak's might, The Seer ensures the world's decree, Solar power, fertility's light. The oak tree's law bows to the ground, The Seer calls the spirits near, Oak's law to earth, a whispered sound, Enchantments sung, the path made clear. The sun's fierce blaze, a force profound, The earth's fruitful seas so deep, Within the Seer's potent staff, unbound, The chieftain's staff, enchantments keep.

I midnattsskogens djup, en fäbod reser sig, Svart magi och rituella ord, öppnar port för mörker, Hey!!, Häxors skuggor samlas här, i nattens mörka stund Dödens väsen passar sig, klädd i nattens onda skrud. Fäbods skymning där, svart magins rike är, När demoners viskning, fyller luften där Ur svartnad rök, och eldens sista glöd, En fäbods dans, i häxans namn är född.

Beneath the earth's embrace, where mortals fear to tread, I quaffed the depths dry in a single, daring gulp. Across vast valleys where hope had long been shed, My fist surged forth, a reservoir's dam to sculpt. A multitude in throng, they marched so bold, Yet one resounding strike dispersed their might. Their cries extinguished, tales left untold, My spear sang true, a symphony of night. And when the darkness veiled the world in need, A legion sought my solace, lost and free. Alone I sat, their hunger I did feed, No witnesses but shadows and just me. Ten trolls, like stones, confronted, unrelenting, But in their gaze, my fire burned anew. With resolute poise, their charge preventing, I stood unshaken, the tempest's brew. Ten waves, ravenous, consumed my ship, Yet on their surges, I strode without retreat. Homeward bound, wet garments, and a drip, A dance with Neptune's might, the sea's heart's beat. No tomes, no sages' words adorned my shelf, No questions lingered, for I had no plea. One lamp, aflame with darkness, my true self, Guided by Satan's eye, my path set free

Uti Vår Hage: Uti vår hage där växa blå bär Kom hjärtans fröjd! Vill du mig något så träffas vi där. Kom liljor och akvileja, kom rosor och salivia Kom ljuva krusmynta, kom, hjärtans fröjd. Fagra små blommor där bjuda till dans. Kom hjärtans fröjd! Vill du så binder jag åt dig en krans. Kom liljor och akvileja, kom rosor och salivi Kom ljuva krusmynta, kom, hjärtans fröjd. Kransen den sätter jag sen i ditt hår. Kom hjärtans fröjd! Solen den dalar, men hoppet uppgår. Kom liljor och akvileja, kom rosor och salivia kom, hjärtans fröjd. Uti vår hage finns blommor och bär. Kom hjärtans fröjd! Men utav alla du kärast mig är. Kom liljor och akvileja, kom rosor och salivia Kom ljuva krusmynta, kom, hjärtans fröjd.

Beneath the moon's pale gaze I prowl, A cursed soul, a creature foul, Flesh and bone in shadows blend, I'm the hunter, the world's end. In the heart of the night, a change takes hold, A transformation, a story untold, A symphony of pain, a howl to the skies, The wolf within awakens, fierce and wise. Moonlit madness, primal rage, A creature born of night's embrace, Blood and fur, a deadly dance, In the moon's glow, I'll take my stance. Through the forest's depths I roam, A feral spirit, a force unknown, Eyes of amber, senses keen, I'm the nightmare you've never seen. In the heart of the night, the wild runs free, A beast of nature, forever to be, A symphony of chaos, teeth and claws, I am the predator, the ancient laws. Moonlit madness, primal rage, A creature born of night's embrace, Blood and fur, a deadly dance, In the moon's glow, I'll take my stance. A life of shadows, a soul accursed, A thirst for blood, an eternal thirst, I walk the line between two worlds, A human heart, a wolf unfurled. In the heart of the night, the struggle reigns, A battle within, the torment pains, A symphony of anguish, torn and torn, I am the hunter, the moon reborn. Moonlit madness, primal rage, A creature born of night's embrace, Blood and fur, a deadly dance, In the moon's glow, I'll take my stance. As dawn approaches, the spell recedes, Humanity returns, my heart concedes, Until the moon's call once again, I'll wait in darkness, a creature of pain.

In the Abyss of endless Night, A void of Darkness, devoid of Light, Lost in the Shadows, where Demons dwell, 1959, a vision of Hell In 1959, we're Damned to Strife Lost in the Night, where Darkness thrives 1959, a Cursed Dream In our hearts, it's darker than it seems

Standing Alone, Waving in the Wind I'm the Wanderer, I'm the Wanderer