With Oden on Our Side
Album - 20 settembre 2006 - Debaser id 350135

Blood gushes from the wound
The cut is wide and deep
And before I turn around
He falls to his knees

A clear song rings in the blade
When steel meets hardened steel
I hear the sound of wood that breaks
A sword cuts through my shield

I drop the shield and grab my axe
A weapon in each fist
The first blow makes the helmet crack
The axe cut to the teeth

I rip the axe from the head
Covered in blood and brains
Leave the body lying dead
Ready to strike again

My sword cuts through clothes and skin
Like a hot knife cuts through snow
I smile as the bastard screams
When I twist my sword

Sword in my hand
Axe on my side
Valhall awaits me
Soon I will die
Bear skin on my back
Wolf jaw on my head
Valhall awaits me
When I'm dead

I raise my axe above my head
My eyes stare in furious rage
Yet more blood will be shed
This is a victorious day

Blood gushes from the wound
The cut is wide and deep
As I turn around
I fall to my knees

Sword in my hand
Axe on my side
Valhall awaits me
Soon I will die
Bear skin on my back
Wolf jaw on my head
Valhall awaits me
When I'm dead

We hold the rivers of the Eastern trail
Deep in the land of the Rus'
Following the wind in our sails
And the rhythm of the oars

No shelter in this hostile land
Constantly on guard
Ready to fight and defend
Ours ships 'til the bitter end

We came under attack
I received a deadly wound
A spear was forced into my back
Still I fought on

When I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Raise a stone for all to see
Runes carved to my memory

Here I lie on the river bank
A long, long way from home
Life is pouring out of me
Soon I will be gone

I tilt my head to the side
And think of those back home
I see the river rushing by
Like blood runs from my wound

Here I lie on wet sand
I will not make it home
I clench my sword in my hand
Say farewell to those I love

When I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Place my weapons by my side
For the journey to Hall up high

When I am dead
Lay me in a mound
Raise a stone for all to see
Runes carved to my memory

Thunder rolls across the plains
Thor rides in pouring rain
He rides to Jotunheim to fight
Lightning strikes when Mjölner bites

Fire! burning in his eyes
Fire! his rage is pure, see the lightning strike
Fire! burning in his eyes
Fire! his hate is pure, see the lightning strike

Lightning cracks the blackend sky
Hear the thunder chariot ride
All brave men with hearts of war
Ride the path of mighty Thor

Son of thunder!
Lighting strikes
Son of thunder!
Son of thunder!
Thor Arise!
Son of thunder!

Son Of Oden
Thundergod
Master of War
Asator!

Fire! burning in his eyes
Fire! his rage is pure, see the lightning strike
Fire! burning in his eyes
Fire! his hate is pure, see the lightning strike

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 its our time
Oden will bring us home, when we die!

The ground trembles under us
As we make our thunder charge
The pounding hooves spread panic and 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 its our time
Oden will bring us home, when we die!

The enemy 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 ravens cry

Ships were prepared
Weapons and shields
Sails were raised
We headed out to sea

Norway disappeared in the East
Our journey had begun
Helpful winds gave us our speed
Under a warming sun

Heading to the emerald land
A fleet of fifty ships
An army of two thousand men
Led by the king

On the horizon dark clouds arose
Thor rode across the black clouds
As the night rolled in over us
We felt the wrath of the storm

That night
I was haunted by dreams
An omen
Of what was to come
The serpent arose from the sea

Ready to strike
With hammer in hand
The serpent in pain
twisting in furious rage!
Fought for its life
The serpent escaped
Thor was enraged
My dreams began to fade

Woke from my dreams
Sword in my hand
The break of dawn
We were closing in
On Irish land
Time to attack
Grabbed our shields
We came ashore
And saw the waiting horde

The fight was short and deadly intense
The Irish fought us well
But as we gained the upper hand
Their fighting spirit quelled

Ready to strike
With swords in our hands
They struggled with heart
The Irish fell to our wrath
Fought for his life
Their king escaped
With fury divine
King Olav threw his sword