The storm is rising, Naglfar sets the sails
Ymir determines the course, Old Midgard is the destination
Black sails and a dead army
Where dark shadows fall on the sea
The ship chases the tide with blind fury, driven by the helmsman. An army of the dead is its cargo, so it is carried through the night. Set sail on the bloody mast ,
with a clear goal and without rest
An army of the dead is its cargo,
so it is carried through the night
Naglfar - ship of fools
Naglfar - black sails
Naglfar devours the souls of those who fell in battle
Naglfar devours the souls of those who betrayed their people
Weep the suffering, lament the death and your great distress
Weep the suffering, mourns death and your great need
Day and night it hunts our blood,
Now we pay tribute to death
An army of the dead is its cargo,
thus it is carried through the night
When black sails on the horizon,
it is Naglfar no one escapes
An army of the dead is its cargo,
thus it is carried through the night
Death kindled in the glow of the night
Built from the nails of the fallen
So take what was, O Naglfar
Built from the nails of the fallen
Naglfar ship of fools
Naglfar - Black Sails
Naglfar devours the souls of those who fell in battle
Naglfar devours the souls of those who betrayed their people
Weep the suffering, lament the death and your great distress
Weep the suffering, lament the death and your great distress
Naglfar
The storm is rising - Naglfar
Ymir determines the course - Naglfar
Old Midgard is the destination - Naglfar
Naglfar sets sail

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