| Song | Dragons Of The North |
| Artist | Einherjer |
| Album | Dragons of the North |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Storesund | |
| As blood for wolves for riches and lust | |
| Onward with hammers to chest | |
| Villages burn, burn citys to dust | |
| And for fun they tortue the rest | |
| Cold, blue steel through a nice day's breast | |
| An avalanche of heathnes set sail | |
| To show to the world of which men is beast | |
| To conquer where others would fail | |
| Odin is working to eagerly form | |
| A great heathen fist from the north | |
| Pray for your life when there's signs of a storm | |
| But praying won't help when the dragons com forth | |
| Roaming the bow, the berserks, the fierce | |
| They know not fear of pain | |
| Women and children are swimming in tears | |
| While the berserks are going insane | |
| Scholared embodies by blood and the mound | |
| The clink of sword sound death chord | |
| Bearslough and wolfslough are shaking the ground | |
| Embraced by might, great northern horde | |
| Odin, great warlord, | |
| I greed you with hail | |
| This new god is weaker of class | |
| Grant me thy powers, your secrets unveil | |
| And I'll kick this christ right in the ass |
| zuo qu : Storesund | |
| As blood for wolves for riches and lust | |
| Onward with hammers to chest | |
| Villages burn, burn citys to dust | |
| And for fun they tortue the rest | |
| Cold, blue steel through a nice day' s breast | |
| An avalanche of heathnes set sail | |
| To show to the world of which men is beast | |
| To conquer where others would fail | |
| Odin is working to eagerly form | |
| A great heathen fist from the north | |
| Pray for your life when there' s signs of a storm | |
| But praying won' t help when the dragons com forth | |
| Roaming the bow, the berserks, the fierce | |
| They know not fear of pain | |
| Women and children are swimming in tears | |
| While the berserks are going insane | |
| Scholared embodies by blood and the mound | |
| The clink of sword sound death chord | |
| Bearslough and wolfslough are shaking the ground | |
| Embraced by might, great northern horde | |
| Odin, great warlord, | |
| I greed you with hail | |
| This new god is weaker of class | |
| Grant me thy powers, your secrets unveil | |
| And I' ll kick this christ right in the ass |
| zuò qǔ : Storesund | |
| As blood for wolves for riches and lust | |
| Onward with hammers to chest | |
| Villages burn, burn citys to dust | |
| And for fun they tortue the rest | |
| Cold, blue steel through a nice day' s breast | |
| An avalanche of heathnes set sail | |
| To show to the world of which men is beast | |
| To conquer where others would fail | |
| Odin is working to eagerly form | |
| A great heathen fist from the north | |
| Pray for your life when there' s signs of a storm | |
| But praying won' t help when the dragons com forth | |
| Roaming the bow, the berserks, the fierce | |
| They know not fear of pain | |
| Women and children are swimming in tears | |
| While the berserks are going insane | |
| Scholared embodies by blood and the mound | |
| The clink of sword sound death chord | |
| Bearslough and wolfslough are shaking the ground | |
| Embraced by might, great northern horde | |
| Odin, great warlord, | |
| I greed you with hail | |
| This new god is weaker of class | |
| Grant me thy powers, your secrets unveil | |
| And I' ll kick this christ right in the ass |