They foughte as warriors, glory cover'd men Age of the epic wars, here the tales begin...
Bloode cover'd northerne grounde when trusted gods were bann'd Unsheath'd, the pagan sworde, freedom to defende The sounde of proven steele, still carried by the wynde Free men, free warriors, forearm'd for lande and kin
Thundere roars on highe, feede the eagles in the skye We are northern warriors - Heirs to the fighte Battle-wyndes anighte, oh father with one eye We are northern warriors - Heirs to the fighte
Oh up highe the ravens flye, still gatheringe their lore And stille northerne wyndes are breathinge tales of times longe gone Swordsmen, the braven ones, with passion in their heartes Deeds of heroic kinde in times so wilde and darke
Thundere roars on highe, feede the eagles in the skye We are northern warriors - Heirs to the fighte Battle-wyndes anighte, oh father with one eye We are northern warriors - Heirs to the fighte
And thus I caste the runes and see what is foretolde Oh heare their whisper'd sounde, their powere to unfolde...
Thundere roars on highe, feede the eagles in the skye We are northern warriors - Heirs to the fighte Battle-wyndes anighte, oh father with one eye We are northern warriors - Heirs to the fighte
Thundere roars on highe...feede the eagles in the skye... Battle-wyndes anighte...oh father withe one eye... Heare the ancient battle-cry...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
