1 Moonchild Domain

The witchborn queen, leader of demonic whores
Profane mistress, captor of sin
Sworn to feed the ill and the weak
and bring their women and men into temptation

Eliza, the whore of the night
attends the sabbath, the theatre of lust
The hunter is in the ring, caressing folds of flesh
- Diabolical intercourse profound

She who brings horror to the insane
and haunts the sick and its kind
Selector of innocent holy infants
tempting their flesh, poisoning their mind

The young harlot, who acts by the trust of her fate
Cursed beneath the hands of doom, the grand master of hate
For her and hers the bells chime
Damnation's own

Evil superior siren, moonchild domain
- A sculpture for the holy to burn

2. Hunnerkongens Sorgsvarte Ferd over Steppene

Endeløst du kriget på steppene
Nådeløst du herjet i fjellene
Du tok dine seire med storm
Knuste fienden ved din hånd

Oh, Attila!
Gjør meg til din tjener
Oh, Attila
Ta meg til din hær

Du levde i mørke
Du vandret i sorg
Du plyndret med stål til hest
En stolt og stridig konge
Som erobret hver en borg
For så å heise fanen til fest

Attila, hunnernes konge
Krigenes herre, vår far
Du hentet din styrke fra mørke
Og på tokt med deg jeg nå drar

3. Chaos Without Prophecy

The quest for Azunda hath drawn near
The young king, the chaos he brings
With iron grip's sword, chants come forth
The child of dark he is

In prophecy, chaos not near
In chaos, prophecies began
This child of dark, hath foreseen
He makes his own destiny

The magic he creates is from his will
The magic of Azunda, he shall receive
Iron grip's sword guides his path
To the place which is no more

The journey to this place is creation
In this creation, he shall be
Living for himself and his destiny
In his path, lies of the prophecies

In his mind he sees another
Who wishes to receive, Azunda
He sees light within in his enemy
And laughs at the prophecy

His will and his word is his sorcery
He is waiting for thee
To put an end to this prophecy
Azunda, give your power to me

The child of dark has found thee
And now must destroy, evil thee
Iron Grip's sword has gone through thee
Now, Azunda is mine for all to see

The king's task has been complete
The chaos has begun for all to see

4. Raabjørn Speiler Draugheimens Skodde

Langt…der borte i mørket
Gjennom tretopper der månelys driver
Langt…der borte i all tåke
Inn gjennom min sjel den sorte angst river

På de mosegrodde steiner de seg viser
Når nattemørket har senket seg over
Ekkoene…fra deres grufulle jamring
Endeløst…du kan høre

I horisonten langt vekk
Skimtes den sigende skodde
Horder av ild rider månelyset i flokk
Ved daggry de samles ved en bortgjemt odde

Den iskalde snoen
Har kommet
Denne gang
I evig fokk