| Song | Age Of Chaos |
| Artist | Necrophobic |
| Album | Hrimthursum |
| 作词 : Sidegård | |
| Spinning, spinning tiny threads | |
| It's all connecting, the giant cosmic web | |
| Deep in the forest into sleep I fall | |
| Dream in acid I think I see it all | |
| Nightly visions of endless disaster | |
| Horrifying images take form in my twisted head | |
| I see the future, chaos, pain and despair | |
| Consequences impossible to repair | |
| The world is falling, it's falling apart | |
| The earth is trembling in fear of the giants' wrath | |
| So now you are standing with woven hands | |
| Praying to a god that don't exist, tell me how foolish is that | |
| We all are falling, we turn into dust | |
| We are cast into oblivion, into the shadows of the past | |
| Can you sense the nearing? The frozen rise from below | |
| This is the bitter end for man, she is dying, bleeding at heart | |
| Mighty powers from below I am yours | |
| Rise up from the shadows and resurrect my soul | |
| Let me be part of this new darkified world | |
| The age of the giants has returned | |
| Thurisaz, Hagalaz, Thurisaz, Hagalaz | |
| Downward spiral leading to the netherworlds | |
| Layers of darkness, shades of pale | |
| I am the spider in the centre of the web | |
| Forever I'll continue to spin my wily threads | |
| The world is falling, it's falling apart | |
| The earth is trembling in fear of the giants' wrath | |
| So now you are standing with woven hands | |
| Praying to a god that don't exist, tell me how foolish is that | |
| We all are falling, we turn into dust | |
| We are cast into oblivion, into the shadows of the past | |
| Can you sense the nearing? The frozen rise from below | |
| This is the bitter end for man, she is dying, bleeding at heart |
| zuò cí : Sideg rd | |
| Spinning, spinning tiny threads | |
| It' s all connecting, the giant cosmic web | |
| Deep in the forest into sleep I fall | |
| Dream in acid I think I see it all | |
| Nightly visions of endless disaster | |
| Horrifying images take form in my twisted head | |
| I see the future, chaos, pain and despair | |
| Consequences impossible to repair | |
| The world is falling, it' s falling apart | |
| The earth is trembling in fear of the giants' wrath | |
| So now you are standing with woven hands | |
| Praying to a god that don' t exist, tell me how foolish is that | |
| We all are falling, we turn into dust | |
| We are cast into oblivion, into the shadows of the past | |
| Can you sense the nearing? The frozen rise from below | |
| This is the bitter end for man, she is dying, bleeding at heart | |
| Mighty powers from below I am yours | |
| Rise up from the shadows and resurrect my soul | |
| Let me be part of this new darkified world | |
| The age of the giants has returned | |
| Thurisaz, Hagalaz, Thurisaz, Hagalaz | |
| Downward spiral leading to the netherworlds | |
| Layers of darkness, shades of pale | |
| I am the spider in the centre of the web | |
| Forever I' ll continue to spin my wily threads | |
| The world is falling, it' s falling apart | |
| The earth is trembling in fear of the giants' wrath | |
| So now you are standing with woven hands | |
| Praying to a god that don' t exist, tell me how foolish is that | |
| We all are falling, we turn into dust | |
| We are cast into oblivion, into the shadows of the past | |
| Can you sense the nearing? The frozen rise from below | |
| This is the bitter end for man, she is dying, bleeding at heart |