False peace None my friend in word Battling bards None my friend in word Bloodshed Ill nature comes to pass War gods Ill nature comes to pass Loke Untame venomtongue No ward on words of blaming tongue Loke Stinging 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 spite And disgrace unfold Blaming, lying Enchained With the guts of your long gone son Tearing fangs On the guts of your long gone son Silence Come the holy hammers woe Bones undone From the holy hammers woe