We've crossed the burning wasteland Sought out forgotten tombs Within this shattered planet Beneath a broken moon We live amongst the ruins Where
endless host of foes How heavy this axe Burden carried from birth Wrought in Stygian visions By the gods of the earth Upon the hallowed mountain The gods
goes Ask me no more questions Some things you weren't meant to know The mother toiling in the fields Her apron full of seeds She dropped them to the earth
too late There'll be no safe crossing this night Hear the horns, pounding hooves Visions of cities aflame Wailing cries, dawn of doom Die by the sword
Waiting for dawn on the snow-covered tundra Your foes lying dead at your feet Look to the sky for a good star to guide you And pray that the morning
We shall build you a cairn beyond the black river Where no one will disturb your rest There you shall lay in your helm and your harness With your sword
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Taken away from under the boughs Far from the sheltering glens Imprisoned by wizards to sing for a serpent In the guise of a man They come with
Cast out from the lands of their births Banished from hearth and home All brothers must swear the oath Forsaking all they've known If you choose
to touch the sky, Black fury enshroud me! Bleed for the gods of war! Flesh to sate the worms! By this sword I rule! Dreadful fall of slaughter, Raw
voices inside The stars in the heavens are moving Soon they will align Thor, god of thunder Let me die with a sword in my hand Raise your hands, swords
Try to tell these muthafuckas they should do as do does I been smoking haze just as green as the zoo was Sorta like the city of Gods We be screamin
your brains) Gaze upon the stars, Allah U Akbar Gomer Oz Dumar, Gatekeep shine rays upon the Gods Diamond crystal lens mind reflects above the sword
can hear the earth cry Wonder how many black Gods got to die At night time I can hear the earth cry I wonder how many black Gods must die At night time
, helium, xenon, argon, neon, freon, be gone I travel beyond the range where sick sounds grave you can't respond Dynamic semantics makes your mind go frantic hand picked Gods
Valhalla, Valhalla Pick up your sword Pick up your sword And get your ass on to the battle field This hell on earth That you call your life We'll snuff
In this farway lands The blood of my soldiers Walking on the earth Waiting for a great moment Estorys of skills About the Silver Squadron Souls living
lay through echoed cried I wade pounding the frozen earth, swords raised high, the hooves of horses carrying men the warm blood soon to meet the earth
