In the times of moral fall Times of mayhem, filth and false Your life was a battle-field A ship at the high seas
Your words were not forgotten They still echo in my mind With the wave and hum of the sea With the lightning in the sky
You were the son of pure Viking blood You were a warrior to you existence
I still hear the hoofs of horses Crackling of fire, sound of horn I see the war and the swords of steel Christian blood upon my hands
I hear flapping of the sails Smell the scent of the sea Feel the hail lashing my face I feel pride in my heart
You were the son of pure Viking blood You were a warrior to you existence
And the candles are still burning 'til memory smoulders in our hearts But your war is still around And your sword was taken up
Live your life in Valhalla The way you always wanted but Until life in our hearts The memory of you still remains
You were the son of pure Viking blood You were a warrior to you existence Now it is time to find your way home Among green forests and unbounded seasTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
