Helheim Aggressor
Was it tomorrow
Or will it be yesterday
When abolished, rotten instincts
Will for the last time be awake
And malice, slander and hate
Will rule the ignorant heart
Aggressor, deceiver of reality
Aggressor, inverter of protection
The final chapter is yet unwritten
But the trial leads toward greed
Who will be the traitor
How many, all of them?
Ruthless is the creation
created through pale ages
Dublicated in confusion
Horizons of black fire
Thorns in the chosen's eye
Stench of false hails,
Decline of all thrones...,
When only perception can survive
What is still tomorrow, or
Yet will it be yesterday
When abolished rotten instincts
Were for the last time ruling minds
then - eternal silence
And the future remains the past...
