President bush Come out with your hands up You're under arrest Think about it What the fuck is going on Think about it You better think about it Just
Ancestors call. Hear the thunder blast against the gate. Black arrows fly from atop the fortress, walls covered in flame. Pagan sons, may thee be known
As brothers, we ride together. Our horses pummeled by the wind. My deeds shall honor my father. My legend will strengthen my kin. With the Gods beside
Northmen draw neigh, by torches and steel they fight. Blessed by Tyr. Oath of the hammer, void of fear. Odin's ravens guide my way. To one-eyed god,
Heathen rage within my blood feels never-ending. Conquest has spread to the home of the weaklings. All who stood before me died, and they grant me glorious
To the fields where the blood of men flows. Lightning strikes as swords sail and heads roll. Many have fallen by the strength of my blade. My rage is
In the wake of battle, past mountain and plain. Many lands have come and gone in a storm of blood and rage. Brave warriors clashing with power of the
I have stood upon countless bloody fields, with the might of Nordic swordsmen at my side. I have heard one thousand screams of death. By Odin's will '
Never safe from a tormented heart. Battered by the crushing waves. To All-Father, I pledge my sword of war. To thee, I have sworn to slay all that be
We shall live forever in the hall of All-Father. For the blood that we've shed, and the fury and fire. In Valhalla My friends, I am honored to have
[Lyrics: Urteaga, Strong Music: Davis, Strong] With great force they conquer viciously Sweeping through in hoards engulfing They make their way across
Resurrect Advancing through the gloom Reanimate Putrescence given living form Malevolent A hideous malignity Assails your sight And chills your soul Mass
We are all A great big H.O.R.D.E. We sit around And we get bored We're just too big To be ignored So thank your Mom Or thank the Lord Cause we are here
open your portals, infernal lord oh, great opener of the way come forth, hear my calls blast ye forth through the gates unholy master, spread your wings
(Lyrics by Nornagest) Here you are fallen, angel of doom Almighty star, son of the dawn Vanquisher of nations, you said in your heart: "I'll go in heaven
Immersed in my hypnotic slumber I wander through the paths of a cemetery In an unhearithy night, the high storms break the fire of sky I hear the call
PRAISE SATAN! Masters from the bottom of hell Goats that butt the heavens with thier horns Evil knights and nasty dwarfs All they are waiting for your
The shadows crawling all over your body Making un-understandable signs You know that they wish To say something to you But your hermetically closed mind