Laced with darkness and stricken with fear and terror At dawn a ghastly shadow arose from far in the east Here we arrive at the brink of Ragnarok A horrid crescendo of collapsing empires unfolds before us Ever present throughout every part of this world Ever permeating throughout the entire universe The spread of a plague branding all in its path An inescapable tide not even the strongest emperor can withstand Assuming all control it has seized the world capital Strangling and devouring the ancient tree of Yggdrasil And planting its black, dismal castle upon its ruins Leaving us confined to its brave new world of blood and ash When will we be released? When will we be released and free again? Blackness descends upon all time and space A sign of the great dissolution And the fall of the human race With each and every second the disaster comes closer and closer A fate worse than death, an inescapable curse We have summoned upon ourselves a great evil A force that has enslaved every facet of this Earth We have summoned a great curse Our days are numbered… Yearning… Yearning… Yearning… Yearning for the day or our release We yearn for the day of our release From this regime Free us from this enslavement! Our blood boils with pure hatred! Armed to the teeth with militant dread in our eyes Marching towards the black castle With swords risen to the skies Total hell is unleashed upon this earth As the fires spread across the smoking horizon Here we arrive at the brink of Ragnarok Now the day has come to reclaim this world! To the death!