Sigrun Ljosdottir/Portrait

What am I supposed to do
If I want to talk about peace and understanding
But you only understand the language of the sword
What if I want to make you understand
That the path you chose leads to downfall
But you only understand the language of the sword
What if I want to tell you
To leave me and my beloved ones in peace
But you only understand the language of the sword
So I let the blade do the talking...
So my tongue shall become iron
And my words the mighty roar of war
Revealing my divine anger's arrow shall strike
All action for the good of all
I see my reflection in your eyes
But my new age has just begun

The sword is soft in the fire of the furnace
It hungers to be hit and wants to have a hundred sisters
In the coldest state of their existence
They may dance the maddest in the morass of the red rain
Beloved brother enemy, I sing my sword song for you
The lullaby of obliteration, so I can wake up with a smile
And bliss in my heart

Coexistence, conflict, combat
Devastation, regeneration, transformation
That is the best I can do for you
I see a grey gloom on the horizon
That promises a powerful sun to rise
To melt away all moons
It will make the old fires of purification
Look like dying embers

  -Heilung, Krigsgaldr