Det frflutnas fogdar krver rfst!
Primae Nocte p jungfrutankar
Morgondagen faller fr grdagens lie
Men ingen pil kan Munin
flla
[Pre-Chorus:]
P framtidens halshuggna lik
Tronar ett fordom praktfullt rike
Ett rike vars vlnader styr dagens
handlingar
Med bladet p min strupe styr de min blick
[Chorus:]
Tiden slpar sig fram med avskurna hlsenor
Samma moln
skymmer samma himmel
Bevpnade ro frlidna fasor
Samma baneman vntar kring samma hrn
Den sn som fll i fjol
Ligger alltjmt
kvar p marken
Gryningssolen veka strlar kmpar lnlst
Mot minnenas Nifelheim
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus:]
Tillvarons
eftersmak r bitter
Nr hgkomsten har Hel som lskarinna
Morn, Tope och Otle hller hov
Vredgade herrar ver ett gramset
sinne
[English translation:]
Time Heals Nothing
Reapers of the past demand payment!
Primae Nocte on virgin
thoughts
Tomorrow felled by Yesterday's sickle
But no arrow can fell Munin
[Pre-Chorus:]
On the beheaded corpse of the
future
Lies a wondrous kingdom
A kingdom where wraiths control every move
With a blade at my throat they guide my
eyes
[Chorus:]
Time crawls on with severed tendons
The same clouds darken the same skies
Past fears carry weapons
The
same assassin waits around the same corner
The snow that fell last year
Still covers the ground
The dawning sun's weak rays
fight futilely
Towards the Nifelheim of memories
[Chorus:]
The bitter taste of existence lingers
When memories consort
with Hel
Morn, Tope and Otle in kings' courts
Lords in anger with a tattered soul
