Ragnarok (Uk) ...and the Earth Shall be Holy Lyrics:
Tears for the sunrise, witness of the dawn,
awakens the sleeper from his rest, still and warm.
Alone he greets the morning, blinks the light from
his eyes, turns his face from the vision, to the
gods he cries, "Why have you forsaken me
enslaved to the unknown? These years of savage
plague have left me scarred like ancient
stone".

Nerthus, Nerthus I cry for thee, mine eyes burn,
sorrows grieve. The holy fires of Hel have never
crimsoned such as these. Gods of death fathered
the children, see them rise. Midst the paling
corn, the priest dances deiseil no more. The
scythe is raised, it can only fall.

Witness of the morning wipe thy moisty eyes. Tis
time no more for grieving, time for gods to rise.
The corn grows pale and yellow, scythe is honed
and sharp, Hunting-moon will waxen as the days
grow dark. Now the quick must fall as leaves drop
silently from trees, and, cold and still, push up
their mounds into the Autumn breeze.

Mankind, mankind I cry for thee, mine eyes burn,
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sorrows grieve. The holy fires of Hel have never
crimsoned such as these. Gods of death fathered
the children, see them rise. Midst the paling
corn, the priest dances deiseil no more. The
scythe is raised, it can only fall.

With plaited limbs of golden stalks, the ben holds
the spirit of the corn. Awaits the Spring, her
naked body stripped of emerald, buried, shall be
reborn.

With golden spears and plumed heads, the master
race believed invincible, but gold must bend
before the scythe or else to break, to fall so
cold and still.

And the Earth shall be holy once more.

Waiting the season in endless time, I've seen the
sunrise and She was mine. No more confusion,
darkness brings light; gods are awakened, now they
will fight. Mankind warned so many times by
vision, word and deed. As corn you grew so tall
and strong, but now you've gone to seed.

Abred, Abred I cry for thee, mine eyes burn,
sorrows grieve. The holy fires of Hel have never
crimsoned such as these. Gods of death fathered
the children, see them rise. Midst the paling
corn, the priest dances deiseil no more. The
scythe is raised, it can only fall.
Lyrics: ...and the Earth Shall be Holy, Ragnarok (Uk) [end]