I find no death in my breath,
Under the silence of my lost eye
As lost as your horrible past

Buried into ancients mist.

People of Midgard, hear my word

No power can save you
You'll be devoured in Fenris fangs
While the others will burn.


A fair price for your life's.
A fair price for your facts.


Into ancients pasts
I still remember

While I ride my Sleipnir
The glory of Midgard
Alike to my Asgard

A magical paradise.

But than the virus grow

And burn all the wood
Vomiting into water
Sacrificing nature.


The same coward virus
Which magically

Changed his name now days
Into humanity!
For this you'll feel my word

And your own destruction!

Only a few will taste

Idun's apples
Those who still remained
Warriors!