The fearless warriors march upon the city walls As rain of arrows bears down upon their skulls Follow the call, now march towards war... (The kiss of death awaits us all)
Unleashed from the wastelands of the North To slaughter the lambs to the false god Charge through the city's main gate (and bring down the mighty stone walls)
Our ships set sail guided by the North Star Victory set in motion by the Njords With swords clenched in hand, axe by side (We lay siege and raise stone for the dead)
Their king could not foresee the end When the raiders rose up from the fog As we docked our ships upon Western shores Panic spread across the land
Charging into war against the greatest of all odds No pain is felt from the ever bleeding wounds As their troups advance on ours We slay every fucking wave
The city sacked and their people enslaved The kings council meet our blood soaked blade We hung the survivors of the enemy force Upon the jagged branches of the oak...
We returned home with gold and thralls As the head of the king hung along our bow With the land ravaged by fire and death Like a mass cremation
Bards shall sing songs of our victory As we hold our horns to the war god Tyr Appeased of the battle, bloodshed and death The Christians faced true Pagan fearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
