kiss the blade Drinke the mead from skull Unleashing the hordes Of the Spearmaster's signe
We have answer'd the call (answer'd the call) We have heeded the signs (heeded the signs) Now thy bloode on my blade (bloode on my blade) Newborne mighte shalle arise
Free the four windes that blowe Hear the warcry atone
Here we stande, swordes in hande Freedom's signs we'll defende Still we fighte, side by side To the battle we ride
It was carv'd once in stone By the elders foretolde Wide will open the doors For the brave and the bolde
Wolf, eagle and bear Fill my foes withe despair
Here we stande, swordes in hande Freedom's signs we'll defende Still we fighte, side by side To the battle we ride
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Here we stande, swordes in hande Freedom's signs we'll defende Still we fighte, side by side To the battle we ride
Into the battle we ride To the battle we ride Into the battle we ride...
November mist, a silent nighte Starv'd to deathe I awaite the fighte The sounde of hooves in the breake of dawne The calme before the storme
The drums asound, hear the horns atone To sounde the charge on this icy morne Oute of the crowde a knighte cometh forthe The Lion of the northe
White lightning, gunpowder in the air Salvation, desir'd across the lande
We came, we foughte withe the Lion of the northe On Streiff he was riding aheade We stand, we fighte withe the Lion of the northe The saviour from up highe above hath come
He rode along all his rows of men Up highe on Streiff, saluting them The Lion spoke and we swore to fighte On these frozen fieldes we'd die He turn'd his face to the foes that day Throughe the dwindling mist he had pav'd his way He rais'd his sworde to attacke the hordes Oh the Lion of the northe
White lightning, gunpowder in the air Salvation, the cry throughoute the lande
We came, we foughte withe the Lion of the northe On Streiff he was riding aheade We stand, we fighte withe the Lion of the northe The saviour from up highe above hath come
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Erblicket, ett lejon! I rimfrost han ridar fram Och han draer sitt vapen, sveas konung det är han Han hälsar sina mannar och på Streiff mot fienden Ett lejon från höga nord, ska äras på vår jord
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Erblicket, ett lejon! I rimfrost han ridar fram Och han draer sitt vapen, sveas konung det är han Han hälsar sina mannar och på Streiff mot fienden Ett lejon, son från norden, vi han ska ära på vår jord
Borne to roame in the lands of ice Rais'd to plunder the foreign isles The brotherhoode of the Anciente One Surviv'd a thousande souls We've seen the abyss, embrac'd the darke No demon lords tear us apart We've met their swordes and devour'd their heartes Oh the foes were all dethron'd
Ironborne Proven in fighte Untamable kinde Sons from up highe
Oh oh, Warrior, greate warrior, son of Asa lande Hear the voice of the elder ones, the fallen ones Remember the oathe Oh oh oh, Warrior,greate warrior, son of heathen lande Lighte the torches of elder thrones Let the horns atone Remember the oathe
Reade the bloodtracks oh in the snow Blaze the traile to the days of yore The ice shalle cracke withe a hammerblow Know'st thou the elder home Now sweare allegiance to the Wanderer Finde the pathe to sacred lore Thy will, Valfather is drawing near And we claime the iron throne
Ironborne Proven in fighte Untamable kinde Sons from up highe
Oh oh, Warrior, greate warrior, son of Asa lande Hear the voice of the elder ones, the fallen ones Remember the oathe Oh oh oh, Warrior,greate warrior, son of heathen lande Lighte the torches of elder thrones Let the horns atone Remember the oathe
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Oh oh oh, Warrior, greate warrior, son of Asa lande Hear the voice of the elder ones, the fallen ones Remember the oathe Oh oh oh, Warrior,greate warrior, son of heathen lande Lighte the torches of elder thrones Let the horns atone Remember the oathe
At distant shores lie threescore of dragonboats Awaiting the breake of dawne Tyr by my side, the ravens cry up highe To smother The Cruciform
Oh, hear the bells, the lies are crawling near Invading our heathen homes One final stande, a hundred suns from home In the name of the elder ones
Turn to face the vengeance for our poisoned landes Thy final blessing by this pagan hande
Ravens calling, Brothers falling For the glory of Asa lande Kings were blinded, my people dying In the greate plains of Asa lande
Swift as arrows, running withe the wolves we'll fighte Oh Yggdrasil, I will sense your pain From far beyond the valkyries chant my name Oh, by the gods, my blade won't fail
Oh, show the cross men from blacksteele we were forged Now meet thy maker by my father's sworde
Ravens calling, Brothers falling For the glory of Asa lande Kings were blinded, my people dying In the greate plains of Asa lande
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Lowe downe your flags, leade thy army off fielde And beg forgiveness for a thousande years of rape, murder and tyranny
Ravens calling, Brothers falling For the glory of Asa lande Kings were blinded, my people dying It's the greate revenge of the Asa lande
Wise men have come to seal our fate Salvation they'd bring to free northern lande Pray to our Lorde now, ye all shalle be sav'd Or taste the steeledrawn by our sanctified hands
Forefather's wisdom, oh Runatyr's rites The tales of the hammer, now witchery's sighs Elderly feasts, heretical lore They fear anciente symbols, the greate runes of years
Hell, damnation The saviour's on his way Hell and fire The holy cross shalle burn down to hell
We will never resign to the holy cross Never bow down to their Lorde We'll never defect to the holy cross The hammer's our guide We'll never kneele down to the cross
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Wise men have come to seal our fate Salvation they'd bring, we all shalle be sav'd Forces of darknesse have pav'd all their ways Conversion by violence, now a foreign god we praise
Hell, damnation The saviour's on his way Hell and fire The holy cross shalle burn down to hell
We will never resign to the holy cross Never bow down to their Lorde We'll never defect to the holy cross The hammer's our guide We'll never kneele down to the cross
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I am The Lorde, thy God (Hallow'd be thy name) Thou shalt have no other gods before me (Thy Kingdome come) For I, The Lorde, thy God am a jealous god (Hallow'd be thy name) And The Lorde will not hold him guiltless that taketh his name in vain (Thy Kingdome come) I'll show mercy unto them that keepe my commandments (Thy will be done) Art thou willing to praise me? (Yes, Master...!) (Deliver us from evil) (Hallow'd be thy name)
...for thine is the kingdome the power and the glory...
Hell, damnation The saviour's on his way Hell and fire The holy cross shalle burn down to hell
We will never resign to the holy cross Never bow down to their Lorde We'll never defect to the holy cross The hammer's our guide We'll never kneele down to the cross We will never resign to the holy cross Never bow down to their Lorde We'll never defect to the holy cross The hammer's our guide We'll never kneele down to the cross