I have stood upon countless bloody fields With the might of Nordic swordsmen at my side I have heard one thousand screams of death By Odin's Will 'Twas my fate to survive Journeys past and many battles fought Strong and brave with swords In hand my brothers died My longship sails across familiar waves As the sight of Fatherland fills my eyes
Father to sons, tell tales of battles won Lands so far and feats of war Age to age, this tale shall be told Pillaged god and hearts black and gold
By triumph of sword and shield The war-cries sound By triumph of axe and spear Victory abound By triumph on seas and plain Returneth proud
Clan by clan our heroes have come home On a quest of many moons they had gone Prepare the feast and the mead so they may drink Gather round so we many wecome them with songs
Father to songs, tell tales of battles won Lands so far and feats of war Age to age, this tale shall be told Pillages gold and hearts black and cold
By triumph of sword and shield The war-cries sound By triumph of axe and spear Victory abound By triumph on seas and plain Returneth proud With Tankards in hand We sing, the Hordes rejoice
Now this tale is forged in stone How we hacked their flesh and bone On a path to victory we build our legacy We will surely feast tonight And tell our deeds by fire light Of how we changed the tides of war To oaths that we have sworn
Northern screams are sold and proud Let celebration shake their ground Men and women join in song And feast and drink till dawn May the ages know our might For ancient gods we slay and fight We have changed the tides of war To the oath we have sworn
Hail to our brothers, for victory and might! Bring the feat, much ale we drink tonight!
In celebration my clans all around me! My faithfulness brought Great wealth upon me!
By triumph of sword and shield The war-cries sound By triumph of axe and spear Victory abound By triumph on seas and plain Returneth proudTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
