Raise your swords up high See the black birds fly Let them hear your rage Show no fear Attack! Charge your horses across the fields Together we ride into destiny Have no fear of death when it's your time Oden will bring us home when we die The ground trembles under us as we make our thunder charge The pounding hooves strikes blinding fear into their hearts Our helmets shine in the sun as we near their wall of shields Some of them turn and run when they hear our frenzied screams Draw your swords to strike Hear the black birds cry Let them feel your hate Show no fear Charge your horses across the fields Together we ride into destiny Have no fear of death when it's your time Oden will bring us home when we die The enemies are in disarray ride them down as they run Send them to their violent graves, don't spare anyone Dead and wounded lie all around see the pain in their eyes Over the field an eerie sound, as we hear the raven's cry
Amon Amarth - Thousand Years Of Opression
He hung on the windswept world tree Whose roots no one knows For nine whole days he hung there pierced By Gugnir, his spear; Swimming in pain he peered into the depths And cried out in agony Reaching out he grasped the runes Before falling back from the abyss He gave himself unto himself In a world of sheering pain So that we all may live our lives By the wisdom that he gained
You doubted him, and spread their lies Across the world, with sword in hand You raped our souls, and stole our right All for the words of mild-mannered man You listened to mild-mannered god And put your faith in deceitful words Your powertrip was paid by blood In kidness' name you spilled our blood
I refuse to submit To the god you say is kind I know what's right, and it is time It's time to fight, and free our minds
Let me die without fear! As I have lived without it So shut your mouth and spare my ears I'm fed up with all your bullshit After a thousand years of opression Let the berserks rise again Let the world hear these words once more: "Save us, oh lord, from the wrath of the Norseman"
Let the world hear these words once more: "Save us, oh lord, from the wrath of the Norseman"
Our spritis were forged in snow and ice To bend like steel forged over fire We were not made to bend like reed Or turn the other cheek He grasped the runes, they're ours to use
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