Sailing cross the sea. the storm begins to wake. My brothers clinging on to life while Njord takes it away. Waves begin to crash and shake the ship begins to creek. Only Odin knows are fate, when he sends us all to Helheims gate.
Row to the sands of our land. We will fight for our lives. Little chance we'll survive. Eternal rest is expected nigh.
Cliffs are in sight of us. There's no way to swerve. Collision is now imminent. Brace yourself brothers. As we sail into the storm it annihilates out ship. Thrown overboard we submerge in the reef
Swim to the sands of our land. We will fight for our lives. Little chance we'll survive. Eternal rest is expected nigh.
Washed upon the sands in a different land, woken by competitors in a skirmish for our life. Our numbers are depleted. Few of us survived but our dignity commands us all to fight.
Take my sword in your bowels. We will die for our pride. Helheim will wait for our souls. Valkyrie's won't take us tonight.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
