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Sumaren elleve hundre og åttifira gjekk kong Sverre til harde motåtgjerder, Drapi på han Ivar Dape med prest og følgje fekk hate større, Det største slaget i borgarkrigen skulle no trast finna stad, Horder av menn i brynjer med sverd ville enda opp i

A vague shadow lurking in the dark, A sane man's worst nightmare, A vision containing death, As a wake in honour of himself, For equal sane mortals, It's a nightmare becoming real, But I, I see it as the Final clause of a neverending deal I embraced

Dressed in black with a pale expression I attack the world with extreme satisfaction I am the master, never more to be enslaved Broken free from the chains that restrained my needs There is time, but no time to waste There are rules, but they seem to

It is he who holds the power - It is he who reflects the will - It is he who reigns the masses - It is he who urges to win - It is he who lights the fire - It is he who controls the flame - It is he who breeds hatred - It is he who withstands pain -

Dying with sorrow not in hand, Welcoming my gods, an equal I am, A travel awaits before me, Encircled as a God, dead as a man, An era has now ended, But a new era will come, While my destiny fulfits itself, I glance at the world with wisdom from the

Mistress of beauty come dance with me, Let your soul into my obscurity, Walk with me through the fields of fire, I will fulfill your utter desire, Feel the passion, enjoy the thrill, Release the fear, follow your will, Come to me and confide your tru