Besedila:
Aeternus And So The Night Became

i stand up against my black sky glow in the light of the moon more and more as the unpure blood the skulls in my belt so does my sword runs off and down

en evig vandring et inderlig onske hos et lite barn et mektig barn et avkom av ild dette vesen skal tilkalle en makt som skal blafre i nordens mektige

in shimmering circle of silver light by lightning, thunder, hail and wind i conjure thee in icy wind and spitting fire through flowing stream and ancient

by our demons Of war and hurling storms These are human creatures Of a filthy and weak kind As we crawl up and out Of our cold earth with blood On our

of silver light In icy wind and spitting fire Through flowing stream and ancient mountain Thou alone dost see me By lightning, thunder, hail and wind

, where the outlines of history dissolve, lies the world of myths, it looses itself farther back into the mist of light where pictures appear and then

war, I am death My hammer crushes skulls and bones Screams of fear My sword thirst drowns in blood Tears and begging for mercy I laugh and kill I am

shape of black shadows And wind blown leaves It shall sweep the endless domain Snowflakes soar on the northern wind Figures transform to crystal and

Prevod: Aeturnus. ... In tako Night Postal.