"Часто я прибавляю к основной теме кое-какие новые элементы, используя исторические темы и метафоры для того, чтобы высказать своё мнение по различным философским темам"
"Часто я прибавляю к основной теме кое-какие новые элементы, используя исторические темы и метафоры для того, чтобы высказать своё мнение по различным философским темам"
Down the slopes of death he rides
	The eight hooves pound like drums
	Darkness reigns the crumbling sky
	Invasion has begun
	
	Fields of flames greets his eye
	He smells the fear and pain
	Of dying men in agony
	It can drive a man insane
	
	All enemies flee his spear
	No bow nor axe do harm
	Allfather rides out on fields of fear
	When Heimdal sounds the alarm
	
	But on the field waits his fate
	Foretold in ancient times
	A beast with sharp yellow teeth
	And hateful burning yes
	
	Today he'll draw his final breath
	The wisest God of all
	His son will avenge his death
	Iormundr's brother will fall
	
	He knows now what is to come
	No use to try and run
	What is to be, let it be done!
	What is to be, let it be done!
	
	Today he'll draw his final breath
	The wisest God of all
	His son will avenge his death
	Iormundr's brother will fall
	
	Down the slopes of death he rides
	The eight hooves pound like drums
	Darkness reigns the crumbling sky
	Invasion has begun
	
	Down the slopes of death he rides
	The eight hooves pound like drums
	Darkness reigns the crumbling sky
	No more is the sun