Words from the Dead Video (MV)

Wolves in the temple we are
Locked jaw to jaw in vile opposition
Blemish the gifts of the gods
Heaving our poison in clear-water rivers
Vargar i véum
The black sword of Surtr is ours
Brandished to scorch our way through the masses
The false tongue of Loki is ours
The lies that we tell prove our best allies
Words from the dead
The living won't listen
Fear - our deepest fears
Are written in this saga
Seer - please talk to me
The impending doom is near
Forsworn and furtive we stand
Patching up holes on the ships that seclude us
Harvesting nails till the end
The hour is nigh, the eagre's upon us
Langrækið hafið
We battered and savaged the norns
Took over the wheel, entangling our life-threads
Fire and steel make the law
Each pays its toll or burns down to ashes
Words from the dead
The living won't listen
Fear - our deepest fears
Are written in this saga
Seer - please talk to me
The impending doom is near