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For all the lives
Taken by the sword
And the blood washed from its blade
For all the allies
Who fell side by side
Their pyres with sky reaching flames

With spear sword sand shield,

Sword at side or pen to write
Our weapon in our heart more than in our hand.

To fall in the line or stand back to sing
We witnessed the glory of many heroes' end.

We've marched aside the greatest of all,
Whoever that is only the soul can tell.

Woman i never saw
Женщина, которую я никогда не видел

It was hard to me
Как мне было тяжело

To march upon these snowcovered plains.
Маршировать по этим заснеженным равнинам

I never thought
The legends were true
Now the golden hall open its gates
To its dying son

As one battle fades
Another one soars
I take my place, At Odin's side

Head toward the island
On its shores we saw a cross
Priests of the new white god
Who want to replace our pagan faith
Approach to a silent land,
On which holy chants resound
Give them a dreadful lesson
The Raven flies over the Dove

"These hills, mountains and lakes, are the grave of the glory of bygone days"

At the feet of the mountains
On this hills of ancient pride
I lay my eyes on the endless lake
And still I can hear the stories that it spake...
Of a folk that tried its steel
And found death on the battlefield

[T:] The lost eye for wisdom reads the runes
on which our fiery people writes his doom
[O:] Devotion proudly sails in the lake of blood
Drunk by the ground of the young and the old
[T:] Your allseeing eye is hight for men and gods
For whom wait the age of dark Ragnarok
[O:] But so many enemies will taste the hammer
Of the viking hearts fiery banner

Again the soldiers march
March under the moon
We know no better destiny

The Sound of clanging steel,
Is our life
Camp-fires our home.

Against the horizon stands
The dark commander's shape
Detachedly he beholds
The army swarming on the low plateau

The shrieking note of his sword
Vibrates through dimensions and time
Impending the implacable fate

Horns in the distance, resound through the air
The trebuchet's shape standst tall
Attack is imminent, but I have no fear
I won't be dethroned
As in 1282, when flames reached the sky,
I am ready again to swing my axe
And sound the horn to charge the besiegers
The hunters are hunted again

He walks among strangers' eyes
Hearse of his unknown presence,
The world is still confused
And the balance was changed
By the DoomSword
The dark shape will rise,
A demon at side
The DoomSword will fall

"It is said that, when the sound of the Great Horn Borabu is heard, Warriors from everywhere will gather to answer the call"

From my infinite journey I, at last, return
To my native lands, of the ancient gods of old

Under a boulder I found the legendary great horn
The moment is here to fight for the harp of gold.

The long northern winter has come
We march through the snow that reminds us our home
The three Lodbrok brothers command us
Ubbe, Halvdane and Ivarr the Boneless.

Sitting here by the fire
I look to the army that frightens the world
Loud norsemen laughters resound through the air

We were roaming through the Black head
Hungry and tired looking for food,
When we saw an old and thin deer
And we dreamt cooked flesh with beer,
We held in tight in our hand the spear,
Like the wind it fled with its fear.
Nine warriors were at my side,
Everyone incarnation of pride

Upon this twisted land
And consecrated by the Gods' touch
I shall create the cult of myself
Where the sky and earth and divine fire
are one
I shall create my Thundercult.

May the sensation of the Thunder

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