"For All Tid" lyrics

"For All Tid"

Hver en tåre er frosset
Vår sjel er lenket
Vårt hat er blodig

All glede er svunnet
All latter er forsvunnet
Alt liv skal ende i død

I et kalt og øde landskap
Skal den sorte horde tre frem
Vår herre skal stige
Opp for all tid, reise sitt rike igjen

Vår kamp skal belønnes
Våre nav skal prises
Våre sinn skal dra den grene
Og hans kjærlighet skal evig gå tapt
All moral skal forkastes
Du vil men du dør av skam

Nå er tiden kommet
Ja knus de godes ord
La oss for alltid bli herskere på denne jord

[English translation:]

[For All Time]

Every tear is frozen
Our soul is linked
Our hate is bloody
All happiness is gone away
All laughter is gone away
All life shall end in death
In a cold and deserted landscape
Shall the black horde step from
Our lord shall rise
Up for all time, rise his kingdom again
Our struggle shall be rewarded
Our names shall be written
Our minds shall pull the bough
All morality shall be cast away
You want but you die of shame
Now is the time come
Yes break the word of the good
Let us for all time become rulers on this earth


Writer(s): Stian Tomt Thoresen, Sven Atle Kopperud
album: "For All Tid" (1994)
Dimmu Borgir - For All Tid album cover
Under Korpens Vinger
(Instrumental)
Glittertind
(Instrumental)
Inn I Evighetens Morke, Pt. 1
(Instrumental)
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