Paroles de 'Дыхание Рагнарёка' par Nokturnal Mortum

The wanderer, the one who walks these earthly roads
What do you seek among this rotten world
Here where only betrayals and meanness could survive
By your faith in your fatherland they would call you heretic
May it be the honour you're looking for
But it exists no longer or may it be kinsmenship

The one you'll never find once a hand
Of your brother is eager to stab you back with knife
So the human worm do mock the greater gods
For ages the cursed from was forged
The road from honest sword towards the coward bullet
And the very thunders forged in the heavenly
Amory now could be hiding in the electric chair

The world is drunk with dump and bitter darkness
It's burned by the run to progress
It's eaten up and put ob knees before the scoundlers
Here is the final of your amazing play

But to live upon your pain, we walk towards our doom
We true awaiting Ragnarök
To be a kinsman, it means to truly be one's brother
To be in brotherhood it means to die for them
But so many here try to find the fault, the fault in their own brothers
And murder them to the greater joy of the crucified fag

When the glitter of gold is more precious than the rays of shining Sun
The soul went blind from dirt they throw upon my eyes
The worm crowls towards the gold together with salvation prays
And coated into spiders web, the one just like the thousands others
The coward tries to steal the strength of the strongest
The man is stealing the force which was given to the gods
To stay the same to isolate yourself from others
Or burn in soul side flames die young

To be all or no one to be the shadow behind it all
Or one could be a greater memory among its folk
Who is greater, the wolf or the bear
Or maybe falcon is better than the raven
Inside of senseless questions among the foolish people

I feel Ragnarök breaths to be alive
Means to true at full do not wait till oldness take your breath
Watch the stars and walk your only path it's time for vilest Ragnarök