| Cold autumn rain beats down on my bloodstained face. | |
| In the clouded, misty morning sky | |
| I see ravens circle my blade now sheated tasted blood just hours before. | |
| On the killing fields of honour pride is measured in war | |
| On the frozen fields of horror we'll avenge their deeds with our steel! | |
| With sorrowfilled heart | |
| I walk ahead on my nightly patrol. | |
| Sounds of battle still echoing in my mind | |
| Reminding me of the night at the coast when we saw the horde of ships closing in on us in the horizon | |
| Unprepared we were when they came to shore. | |
| Waving their swords, screaming the name of an unknown god. | |
| Burned our villages, desecrated our shrines, replaced our old gods with icons of their false faith | |
| From behind they sneaked on us like the cowards they are. | |
| Forced us to retreat in shame, filled our hearts with pain and rage. | |
| You can kill our kin but you can never crush our spirit. | |
| The heathenpride in northmen's minds will always remain! | |
| Like fire schorced earth we are reborn! | |
| With autumns coldest winds we arrive! | |
| Proud in our hearts, unchained in our might we are pure heathen wrath unbound! | |
| As I awake from my remembrance, one single tear rolls down to my scarred cheeck. | |
| I return to our mountain camp the hideaway of the few survivors of their "holy" massacre. | |
| We pray for might, our shamans survey the runes we call forth the elements to fight along side us on this pagan cause. | |
| We swear an oath to old gods: | |
| We will not rest until we find revenge! | |
| Until every single soul of those fucking worms sails the black waters of | |
| Tuonela Yet even | |
| Tuoni would reject that scum, their pitiful souls shall forever be cursed to haunt these woods at night horizon will burn with thousand fires. | |
| Swords shall clatter, warcrys echo, steel shall sings it's merciless song in the gloomy autumn night! | |
| Meadows shall be covered with blood, foul stench of rotting flesh! | |
| Vultures and rats will feast on the corpses of the deceased. | |
| Rivers of blood of the fallen warriors, severed limbs lying all around | |
| The Gods of | |
| War will be satisfied. | |
| In the gloomy autumn night! | |
| And when the night falls again we proud men of north gather around the bonfires. | |
| And in the light of the paganfires we sharpen our swords, saddle our horses and whisper one final prayer to the | |
| Gods of War! | |
| May the winds hear our cries! | |
| May the stars call our names! | |
| And when the moon is on the wave we'll ride to victory or ascend to another plane | |
| We call forth the archaic forces! | |
| Summon the elements! | |
| We sing our prayers to four winds! | |
| Raise our chalices towards the sky! | |
| When the fullmoon rises to sky we ride towards our desecrated village | |
| Filled with rage and | |
| Ukkos might shouting oaths of battle, singing songs of war. | |
| In the name of | |
| Ukko we will send them to | |
| Tuonis doors! | |
| Berzerk we attack steel singing in the light of the moon. | |
| Outnumbered we are but filled with heathenpride. | |
| One by one, we cut down their troops, swords swinging in the light of the moon. | |
| We remove their icons, we crucify their priests to their own crosses, we'll burn their holy scriptures and sink their dismember corpses to the marshes of the proud northern woods. | |
| We have returned the pride of this land. | |
| For now and forever! | |
| Unchained | |
| Heathen Wrath! |
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