Stympadt ok stegladt, hvars död wij skulu lida.
Embraced by the unreal silver glow.
Skullrumpus upon the burial grounds.
A truly extreme recording of annihilating tendencies and discordant thunder.
The winds that blow here bring memories of antiquity.
A cursed voyage sets sail.
I nordan fiäll ligger et slott.
A dead year in review.
We keep sinking the song, and laugh as you drown with it.
Let’s set a New Compass Point to follow and deeply perceive