The Ibis of My Lost Soul (From Whence I Came)

I
In the blazing fires of heat/hate
A voice doth quietly call me, Hugin
Burned by the pure torch of cleaning fire
Cracked by the cold eternal frost
No, I'll not look back
My gods have found me

II
With proud head held high
Fierce eyes of defiance
I call my gods anger/vision
Our gods will never die, the ancients
Their names are written in the sky, waiting...

III
Will you die for your god(s)?
Now it is time to die
I have die for mine
And they have given me power
Eternal, nocturnal, down...

IV
Can you feel my berserk rage?
Delving in your mind, raging Viking glory
Thrown to the wind, scattered and returned
Wayed on the breath of a full moon
For battle now I cry

V
Call the Aesir
Call the Vanir
Call my father Odin, runic lord
The powers of my noble birth
Viking glory, Teutonic worship, oblation

VI
Oh, primordial Panthalassa
For Panthalassa I moan
Return to the stars...
Enter our black circle