For honor and gold, pride and glory, countless men do fight But I am here for one thing only; to make my enemies die The gods have granted me all the strength of one-hundred men In the fields I swing my blade, eager to kill again
Their screams will echo like those of my clan Slain before my eyes They will die by my hand, I make vengeance my prize My hunger is that of Fenrir's Great and unfulfilled Their bodies turn to ash and ember and all their blood is spilled
By the will of Thor, we take weapons in our fists Cut you down and clear the storm, dispelling the mist Lift the veil from their eyes and clear every flaw Turn chaos into order, turn anarchy to law (Anarchy to law!)
Blessed as I had become, I could not take them alone New allies were fearsome as we sought the enemy's throne Four in number we grew our ranks, stronger by the day To the gods we gave out thanks, preparing for bloody fray.
Liars! Profaners! No warriors they! Falsehood is their creed Trading the truth for their shame, to satisfy their needs But hear we stand, the truth, the light, with vengeance cold as ice Justice bring you our metal's might as you pay the ultimate price
We swing our sword and hurl our axe, chanting Valhalla's verse Soon, all their skulls are cracked and every name is cursed Hear the cries as darkness dies and hope ends our story Hammer-forged steel expelled their lies and carried us into gloryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
