On blooded shore I stand alone Broken helm And shattered sword From throned limbs Hang the battle dead Ascending Under the burning sun Spear in hand Battle storm Wounded wolf Smelling the blood of sheep A broken oar Upon the shore The battle lost Have come Western lands aflame this night Snow and ice melt to a river stained with red Nobility crumbles and civility is abandoned Beast and man unite in this fight With spear in hand I walk the dark Foes are felled as abysses attack my mind Put fire to their holds, their men/troops to the sword Darkness and soul are one After the battle in solitude I sit Thoughts of the fallen haunt me in slumber Sleepless nights before the cold hearth Pay no heed to nay saying shadows Banish them from sight and devour their bones Feed on their cowardice We burn the failure from memory To stand amidst the gale To walk against the wind An offering of blood and fire Alone in prayer I clutch my sword To rise from the black and battle again I shall not be stayed by heart or hand, by beast or man My journey awaits to wolf-hung gates Odin I am ready... Mighty hall Shining walls Hearts are warmed Before your hearth Battle ready Spears in hand For the final battle This is where the oakenhearted dwellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
