The woods of ancient Kjellangor call for the spilling of blood The fires of my kinsmen glow from the mountains Your seed will find no purchase here, your bravery turn to rot All of your treacherous words, all for naught
We stalk the mists Blades in our hands We are her brood She is our land
These roots are strong With unknown ends Our hearts won’t falter Our knees won’t bend To your cursed shores We will send Your usurper tongues Silenced by the Northern winds
A flame you cannot hope to quench roars beneath the ice On misty heights sits a hatred ever watchful As surely as if they had sunk, your warships have found death It draws closer with each step, with each breath
We are the fury Teeth of the void Law of the lawless Etched in bone Unwithered, unweathered We loom eternal Sons of the birthless Cold as stone
We’ll fall upon you with the night as you idle in your beds We’ll take your women from your sides, then we’ll take your heads Through the roar of flames and cries of babes hear the glory of Drathna sung As your pious flesh is ripped and torn, from ancient branches hung
These roots are strong With unknown ends Our hearts won’t falter Our knees won’t bend To your cursed shores We will send Your usurper tongues Silenced by the Northern windsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
