jag tog mina steg i gyttjans mark
tusende korpar i morker sky
ett trask med dodens skugga
dar lag min hamndens stund
spjutet med stjarnors prakt
jag sag nu en grop en strom
tog min vrede och lat mossan svalja
under fanns en passage en klyfta
mot djupets skote for jag an en gang
in i djupet av urtids minne
mot gudens djup mot hamndens stund
dar grep nu klor av skuggors mara
en urgud som nu skickat mej
hon kloste mitt jag min innersta eld
da tog jag mitt stjarnors spjut
med all min kraft jag skar
ty sa som det var jag sag
genom samma blodiga mun de talt
en ristad under tva runor
jag blev kung med runors makt
genom hamndens och hatets pakt
i took my steps in the land of mud
thousands of ravens in the dark sky
a swamp in the shadow of death
there lay my moment of vengeance
the spear with pride of stars
the troll with the power of the void
took my wrath and swallowed the moss
towards the deep embrace i traveled once more
into the depths of ancient memory
towards the depth of the god
towards the time of vengeance
there gripping were the claws of shadows' nightmare
an ancient god who now sent me
she tore from me my inner fire
then i took my spear of stars
with all my might i slashed
i saw the truth for what it was
the ancient god and the witch of serpents
through the same bloodied mouth they spoke
but the words were not forgotten
i was made king with the power of runes
through the pact of vengeance and hatred
the gift of the ancient god
towards the moon i ascended