False peace
None my friend in word
Batteling bards
None my friend in word
BloodshedIll nature comes to pass
War godsIll nature comes to pass
LokeUntame venomtongue
No ward on words of blaming tongue
LokeStinging venom song
No heart, no hope for venomtongue
No heart, no hope for venomtongue
In dismay the 
One-Eyed gazes
With a grave brow
On the friendship of old
With a bleeding heart
In eyes of cold
Hating, despising
Dawned decay of bloodline alliance
No use to dwell
On a friendship of old
Let the elder spiteand disgrace unfold
Blaming, lying
EnchainedWith the guts of your long gone son
Tearing fangs
On the guts of your long gone son
SilenceCome the holy hammers woe
Bones undone
From the holy hammers woe