1349   Times of decay   Pestilence   Blood   Supreme   The years of sickening souls      Can you feel the breath upon your neck   Hear the cruel voice of the old   Revealing the flesh of the dead   The evil grin of the plague      I remember these times of great sorrow   These years of deep pain      A land lied in a veil of solitude   Faces pale as the moon      Stalking the landscape in the shape of an oak   Misery loves company      One could hear the violin play   A single dead tune   Marking the age of the dead      One nation lost in the claws of an oak   So foul that her gaze alone would make one freeze in torment   Lying on the deathbed with an empty stare    Only preparing for the journey to the other side   Nine long nights and days on the path of no return    Ttowards the realm they all know and fear: helheim      [MUSIC: V'gandr]   [LYRICS: V'gandr]