Goatmoon - Stella Polaris (2017)

Victorious and pure, malicious and proud
Baptised with venom, axes and sword
My soul possessed, desiring blood
Life is a fight, with unholy will
Fire's my god, I summon its force
In rituals bound, this mountain of power
Crimson the altars, hidden from sight
From the midlands dark
To the infinite caves
My shadow and sorrow, reaping the mist
As shining blood upon the veil of night
The lone wolf I am, the holy lands thorn
United with brothers, with the woods so dark
The storms that I face, my ships in the night
Crush the resistance, the wickedness is mine
As with hate and pride I march
With a thousand blades
Glittering, fighting, looting
Over hills life sparks, flame up the night
And the conqueror asks, do I rule myself?
Not until my memory rests with my sword
Hidden from mortals in my cave of gold
And my burning heart rests
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Herrarodun mahti nousee taas kukoistukseensa
Hurmiollisten voitonylistysten saattelemana
Vihdoin toteutetaan epäkelpojen kansojen surma
On tullut aika lopullisen ratkaisun

Ali-ihmiset, sekasikiöt, paimentolaiskansat ja aavikon heimot
Nyt metsästetään, ja leireihin ajetaan.
Orjuutetaan ja totaalisesti hävitetään.

Heikompi aines, polvistukaa valkoisen mahdin edessä.

Alla siipien rautakotkan ja symbolien voiman
Kolmannen valtakunnan loitsuin kutsumme muinaisen arjalaisen jumalan
Ukon vasara salamoiden saattelemana hän saapuu
Myrskypilvien huipulla, kansojen hävittäjä.
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Beyond the blaze of the eternal sun
Over the icy land where black birds fly
What no mortal man has seen in his eyes
In a nebulous palace his throne, his might
Endless and dreaming, his homeland of snow
Guarded by brothers, allied and strong
Bound by blood-oath, serving to the end
The destroyers and defender, the fire crowned king
Knights of the winter, sons of the moon
Charmed by the depths, of the final abyss
Where the souls of fallen have gathered
Obeying the ritual words, the oldest of all
These savages of night, running from light
With hell and fury, tonight they fight
For the secrets they know, nature's blackest blood
Their overlord's spear, rising to sky
Above the hill, where sacrifice bleeds
The moon only shines, bright as the sun Открыть страницу с текстом

The cloak of night, over lonely mountain
Memories rising, from Atlantean times
As gods and titans, watching the skies
Facing their doom, the mightiest ones
Third eye opened, energy perceiving
Shaping your world, your stellar ancestors

I was the star, far away shining
I was the wind, speaking the truth
I was the gate, to archaic might
The creator of light and bringer of night

Space is so vast, there's no time to waste
Mourn not the past, journey to unknown
When everything's lost, you're free at last
Crush the illusion, see the force so pure
Attain the state, of awareness and war
The unconscious in you, evolution of man

I am the ice, of the evergreen forest
I am the tears, over fallen comrade
I am the fire, in the barbarian souls
I am the darkness, enshrouding the northland

Servants of the stars, masters of the mind
Manifest capacities, beyond the subhumans
Cowardly breeds, of mutated bloodlines
Are crushed with muscle and cut with steel
Cries of anguish, upon unknown plains
Remember the heroes, repeat their deeds

Four-armed wheel of the sun is your guide
Five-pointed star of the north is my name
The six-fold nova in the center of heart
In every warrior the cosmic white light

Generations of stars, under iron will
Our powers concealed, but carried in blood
Seek it forever, while conscious of death
Breaking the chains, of binding matter
Descendants shall come, and sail to the skies
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He heard the winds cry
On to the empty shores
To the crest of the waves
By the shadows of the woods
Following the horned runes
In the stone of secrets
To the perilous paths
Reaping the dark wisdom
Mastering the arts
Blasted by the icy breath
From black waters blowing
In the forest his fire
Spun the fatal ornaments
Of the forefather's sword
Sworn to their ancient soil
Oblivious to pain and war
Enduring the cruel life
To train and march, fight and kill
Into the demoniac heart of battle
This son of north, this child of darkness
Eyes forever upon the trail
Set upon the road of eagles
Towards the alien stars
Into the master's pagan kingdom
And as he drew the oaken bow
Remembering the fiery old nights
His arrow became the eye of death
Wreathed by the nocturnal storm Открыть страницу с текстом