Vredens Tid Lyrics
| Song | Vredens Tid |
| Artist | Månegarm |
| Album | Vredens Tid |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Minnen svunna stiger åter ur tidens vittrande stoft | |
| Ur ledenstiger de fram, en gyllene flamma av hopp | |
| Ett föraktets dova töcken, närd av nid och hån | |
| Bländad av raseri, på hämndens vinger buren | |
| Stigna som vredens herrar... | |
| Vekas bane vilsnas ljus | |
| Vanmakten inför vredens hand, speglar | |
| I blinda ögon. Spröda och tomma, sprider etter | |
| Med kluven tunga | |
| Blodets stöma berusar och när, ger mig åt kampen | |
| Skapare av vanvettets kaos, en ny tid är här... | |
| Stigna som vredens herrar... | |
| Vekas bane vilsnas ljus | |
| Blodsmak I munnen, stillad äro hungern | |
| En ensam jakt för den valde allena. Krönt om natten vid | |
| Vanvettets tron. Att ett rike föda ur de dödas aska | |
| Stilla äro djuren I viljan och själen | |
| En nalkande vittring och vi ger oss hän | |
| Den eviga kamp som tas av tiden | |
| Men dock och vilde bringar segern | |
| Som en viskande klinga, slår sanningens ord | |
| Förnyelsens timma, vredens tid... | |
| Stigna som vredens herrar... | |
| Vekas bane vilsnas ljus | |
| English translation: | |
| Lost memories arise again, from the withering stuff of time | |
| They step forth from the ranks, a golden flame of hope | |
| The dull haze of disdain. Nourished by spite and scorn | |
| Blinded by fury. Borne on the wings of vengeance | |
| Risen as the masters of wrath... | |
| Bane of the weak, light of the lost | |
| The powerlessness before the hand of wrath, is mirrored in blind eyes | |
| Brittle and empty, spreading venom, with a cloven tongue | |
| The sweetness of the blood inebriates and nourishes, gives me to the fight | |
| Maker of the chaos of madness, a new time has come... | |
| Risen as the masters of wrath... | |
| Bane of the weak, light of the lost | |
| The taste of blood in my mouth, my hunger appeased | |
| A lonely hunt for the chosen alone | |
| Crowned at night at the throne of madness | |
| To bear a kingdom out of the ashes of the dead | |
| Still are the beasts in will and soul | |
| A scent drawing near, we indulge ourselves | |
| The eternal battle that time takes | |
| But the savage brings victory | |
| Like a whispering blade | |
| The words of truth strike | |
| The hour of renewal, the age of wrath... | |
| Risen as the masters of wrath... | |
| Bane of the weak, light of the lost |
| Minnen svunna stiger ter ur tidens vittrande stoft | |
| Ur ledenstiger de fram, en gyllene flamma av hopp | |
| Ett f raktets dova t cken, n rd av nid och h n | |
| Bl ndad av raseri, p h mndens vinger buren | |
| Stigna som vredens herrar... | |
| Vekas bane vilsnas ljus | |
| Vanmakten inf r vredens hand, speglar | |
| I blinda gon. Spr da och tomma, sprider etter | |
| Med kluven tunga | |
| Blodets st ma berusar och n r, ger mig t kampen | |
| Skapare av vanvettets kaos, en ny tid r h r... | |
| Stigna som vredens herrar... | |
| Vekas bane vilsnas ljus | |
| Blodsmak I munnen, stillad ro hungern | |
| En ensam jakt f r den valde allena. Kr nt om natten vid | |
| Vanvettets tron. Att ett rike f da ur de d das aska | |
| Stilla ro djuren I viljan och sj len | |
| En nalkande vittring och vi ger oss h n | |
| Den eviga kamp som tas av tiden | |
| Men dock och vilde bringar segern | |
| Som en viskande klinga, sl r sanningens ord | |
| F rnyelsens timma, vredens tid... | |
| Stigna som vredens herrar... | |
| Vekas bane vilsnas ljus | |
| English translation: | |
| Lost memories arise again, from the withering stuff of time | |
| They step forth from the ranks, a golden flame of hope | |
| The dull haze of disdain. Nourished by spite and scorn | |
| Blinded by fury. Borne on the wings of vengeance | |
| Risen as the masters of wrath... | |
| Bane of the weak, light of the lost | |
| The powerlessness before the hand of wrath, is mirrored in blind eyes | |
| Brittle and empty, spreading venom, with a cloven tongue | |
| The sweetness of the blood inebriates and nourishes, gives me to the fight | |
| Maker of the chaos of madness, a new time has come... | |
| Risen as the masters of wrath... | |
| Bane of the weak, light of the lost | |
| The taste of blood in my mouth, my hunger appeased | |
| A lonely hunt for the chosen alone | |
| Crowned at night at the throne of madness | |
| To bear a kingdom out of the ashes of the dead | |
| Still are the beasts in will and soul | |
| A scent drawing near, we indulge ourselves | |
| The eternal battle that time takes | |
| But the savage brings victory | |
| Like a whispering blade | |
| The words of truth strike | |
| The hour of renewal, the age of wrath... | |
| Risen as the masters of wrath... | |
| Bane of the weak, light of the lost |
| Minnen svunna stiger ter ur tidens vittrande stoft | |
| Ur ledenstiger de fram, en gyllene flamma av hopp | |
| Ett f raktets dova t cken, n rd av nid och h n | |
| Bl ndad av raseri, p h mndens vinger buren | |
| Stigna som vredens herrar... | |
| Vekas bane vilsnas ljus | |
| Vanmakten inf r vredens hand, speglar | |
| I blinda gon. Spr da och tomma, sprider etter | |
| Med kluven tunga | |
| Blodets st ma berusar och n r, ger mig t kampen | |
| Skapare av vanvettets kaos, en ny tid r h r... | |
| Stigna som vredens herrar... | |
| Vekas bane vilsnas ljus | |
| Blodsmak I munnen, stillad ro hungern | |
| En ensam jakt f r den valde allena. Kr nt om natten vid | |
| Vanvettets tron. Att ett rike f da ur de d das aska | |
| Stilla ro djuren I viljan och sj len | |
| En nalkande vittring och vi ger oss h n | |
| Den eviga kamp som tas av tiden | |
| Men dock och vilde bringar segern | |
| Som en viskande klinga, sl r sanningens ord | |
| F rnyelsens timma, vredens tid... | |
| Stigna som vredens herrar... | |
| Vekas bane vilsnas ljus | |
| English translation: | |
| Lost memories arise again, from the withering stuff of time | |
| They step forth from the ranks, a golden flame of hope | |
| The dull haze of disdain. Nourished by spite and scorn | |
| Blinded by fury. Borne on the wings of vengeance | |
| Risen as the masters of wrath... | |
| Bane of the weak, light of the lost | |
| The powerlessness before the hand of wrath, is mirrored in blind eyes | |
| Brittle and empty, spreading venom, with a cloven tongue | |
| The sweetness of the blood inebriates and nourishes, gives me to the fight | |
| Maker of the chaos of madness, a new time has come... | |
| Risen as the masters of wrath... | |
| Bane of the weak, light of the lost | |
| The taste of blood in my mouth, my hunger appeased | |
| A lonely hunt for the chosen alone | |
| Crowned at night at the throne of madness | |
| To bear a kingdom out of the ashes of the dead | |
| Still are the beasts in will and soul | |
| A scent drawing near, we indulge ourselves | |
| The eternal battle that time takes | |
| But the savage brings victory | |
| Like a whispering blade | |
| The words of truth strike | |
| The hour of renewal, the age of wrath... | |
| Risen as the masters of wrath... | |
| Bane of the weak, light of the lost |
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