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Svartalfheim
Beyond the reach of time and light
Is a realm of endless night
Darkened shores and withered trees
Scores of secret beasts
Those alive who've seen this place
We're scarred by the hate
A rage bred of such evil scorn
A realm set to mourn
Svartalfheim
It is time
Svartalfheim
Godlike elves with their blackened skin
Juices drip with tainted sin
Scowling faces and burning eyes
Dreaming of your demise
Blades of runecraft, enchanted death
Takers of our breath
Dark Elves rise in constant night
Shunners of the light
Svartalfheim
It is time
Svartalfheim
On the rise
Svartalfheim
What secret pacts have been born in the night
To extinguish the sun, devour the light?
Casting the nine realms in absolute dark
Turning the pure into the blackest heart
Svartalfheim
It is time
Svartalfheim
On the rise
Svartalfheim
For all kind
Svartalfheim
What sorcery is this
Spewing from foul lips?
Such an evil blight
This is Midgard's plight
Ancient rites scrawled in foreign blood
Toss the runes the time has come
One last deed for their blighted realm
Is to bring earth to hell
A shadowed horizon, black sun
Behold the power of the sons
That will rise to fight the great lords
Upon the bitter shores
Svartalfheim
It is time
Svartalfheim
On the rise
Svartalfheim
For all kind
Svartalfheim
Sun won't shine
Svartalfheim
Is a realm of endless night
Darkened shores and withered trees
Scores of secret beasts
Those alive who've seen this place
We're scarred by the hate
A rage bred of such evil scorn
A realm set to mourn
Svartalfheim
It is time
Svartalfheim
Godlike elves with their blackened skin
Juices drip with tainted sin
Scowling faces and burning eyes
Dreaming of your demise
Blades of runecraft, enchanted death
Takers of our breath
Dark Elves rise in constant night
Shunners of the light
Svartalfheim
It is time
Svartalfheim
On the rise
Svartalfheim
What secret pacts have been born in the night
To extinguish the sun, devour the light?
Casting the nine realms in absolute dark
Turning the pure into the blackest heart
Svartalfheim
It is time
Svartalfheim
On the rise
Svartalfheim
For all kind
Svartalfheim
What sorcery is this
Spewing from foul lips?
Such an evil blight
This is Midgard's plight
Ancient rites scrawled in foreign blood
Toss the runes the time has come
One last deed for their blighted realm
Is to bring earth to hell
A shadowed horizon, black sun
Behold the power of the sons
That will rise to fight the great lords
Upon the bitter shores
Svartalfheim
It is time
Svartalfheim
On the rise
Svartalfheim
For all kind
Svartalfheim
Sun won't shine
Svartalfheim
Published 30th Mar 2014
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