Blood is life, from an ancient spring it still runs pure Blood is ages past, where gods of old gave us pride Blood is fire, burning us with liquid red Blood is death, taking us to our golden halls
Strength is ours for the strong have the right to rule Without fear we rule for the weak and scared will always fall
We are the chosen We come with tide Pray to your false gods for we will not heed
Our blood holds the rage of the northmen Two centuries of fear from the seas Behold the dragons of the north
Gods watches us but interferes not us mortal men Faith not needed for the strength of your deeds will be judged
Blood is fire, burning us with liquid red Blood is death, taking us to our golden hallsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.