Woorden: Moonsorrow. Bearclaw.

no more i rule alone the rapids and the forest
a hand so insatiable is ripping down my trees
who dares cross the borders of my realm
thus disturbing eternal calm?
within the woods many powers live
the claw of the bear is yet to show your place

all is born of fury and the pain
that fire casts upon the earth by the hand of god
at the silence of a thousand graves
begins our march for a thousand more
even the silent will curse in agony
not the weakest lie trampled while the anger grows

does the light not reach far enough for you to see
the beasts you hear are moving?
waking to a warcry, glancing around emptiness
your own fear denies all hope of life
all of fury is born of pain

to the burnt soil to the burnt god all returns

from the realm of fire to the rule of blood
from the rule of blood to death
your abandoned cattle slaughtered
the night easily cleansed of the kill
none of you sees to the other side
no one of you will have time

alone the pyre of carnage will burn
and while the earth burns black
in black blood we sleep