2. Onward into Battle (On the March again)
3. The DoomSword
4. MCXIX
5. For Those Who Died With Sword In Hand
6. The early days Of Finn MacCool
7. Resound The Horn: Odin’s Hail
We were sailing towards
the unknown in the open sea
after the storm, our hope was
lost in the raging waves but
my old faith was never so
strong, my viking heart don't
fear the fate!Under Leif's
christian command full of
wild grapes was the land to
which we approached and
tried to live but no more
hydromel was in our horns
our viking hearts don't fear
the fate!Twice a winter, we
messed our beloved. Praying
the lord, Leif sought a
blessing for our souls, under
his sign we abandoned our
folks, now we are ready to
unfurl the sails Naglfar the
ship will not have our nails,
our viking hearts don't fear
the fate!Twice a winter we
missed our beloved, to these
shores our hearts do not
belong!Our ship devours the
ocean waste the sea is the
nature on which we where
born approaching our bay
resound the viking horn the
hammer triumphant, the
cross now is torn, my viking
heart still has faith!Twice a
winter, we missed our beloved
who did enlight the way to
return? Mighty Thor bring
me back home.
We chose our destiny,
fianna is the name for
which we shall live, to which
our souls we give, once
again to the battle we
march, blow after blow,
swords spreading death,
witness your glory or
your mates' last breath.
March! March!
We answer the call of the
king, from far you can hear
the army that sings
"Victory we bring!" Lamp
fires await for the dawn,
coward would me the attack
Glory awaits when the sun
shines bright.March !
March ! On the march, on
the march again, on the
march, on the march !
He walks among strangers'
eyes herse of his unknown
presence, the world is still
confused and the balance was
changed by the DoomSword
the dark shape will rise,
a demon at side the
DoomSword will fall on the
world the bell of fate sounds
its toll, the DoomSword.
For the whole world will fear
the sign and the name of
the lordwho bears the
DoomSword! Resign to the
blade which in hell was made
your soul is safe no more
it can't be your choice:
"Bow to the sword!" listen
to the doom and knell to the
sword, the blade rose tall it's
now ruler, ruler of all
for the whole world will fear
the sign and the name of
the lord who bears the
DoomSword. for I am
your god and you must obey,
I am the king,war I will
bring, follow me or be my
pray, be my pray !
If you look to the east, on
the ways of pilgriwage, you
can still see the trails, whick
they left behind. Desertic
sands on the slopes of what
once where hills, hide a
mystic mystery, the quest for
the holy research. Nine
knights for none years
piercing the ground they all
disappeared, a secret plot
disguised as holy quest, nine
knights did want to
disappear. As above so
below of the temple was the
law, see the stars that shine
upon dark shapes behind the
cross
What was found has
now been lost arcane
knowledge they obtained
what they finally left be
kind is what chosen few
can see. Nine knights for
none years piercing the
ground they all disappeared
a secret plot disguised as
holy quest, nine knights
did want to disappear, nine
knights, one might!
I look to my land this one,
the last time should be a
desperate deed I will mir
my blood with sand, the steel is
now in me this cold blade that
gives me death and all I
see is the blood from my
wounds, blinding me, the
death which I will have
should grant me the glory I
sought for my breed shall
proclaim how alorious was
their elder one, this is my end
I proudly mix my blood with
sand... No! Do not crave for
those who died with sword in
hand, I look to my
land this one, the last time
should be a desperatate deed I
will mix my blood with sand
my battle ends here every
one witmessed I had no fear
with honour I fought don't
cry fot those who died this
way, the death which I will
have should grant me the
glory I sought for my breed
shall proclaim how glorious
was theis elder one, this
is my end I proundly mix my
blood with sand, No! Do
not crave for those who died
with sword in hand.
We were roaming through
the Black head ungry and
tires looking for food, when
we saw an old and thin deer
and we dreamt cooked flesh
with beer, we held in tight in
our hand the spear, like the
mind it fled with its fear.
Nine warriors were at my
side, everyone incarnation of
pride together with my two
hounds for that day, still no
food we had found, with our
usual defiance the hunt
carried on for more preys
thirsty spears shone.
Warrior and bard poetry
runs through your heart
enchanted and dazes your
lower your blade. On our
path we boldly walked forth
when a red braded deer from
the north swiftly stood
before eager eyes, to attack
we all mobilized, but even the
hounds stood still at my cry:
"Leave that deer for he
sould die!" Baffled eyes
turned towards me all
admired my pure ecstasy,
with calm I sang my poetry
for its beauty my will
should let be, with my words
all hearts were bestomed,
poetry's power I mysticly
showed.
A black host descends
omen of the end fury and
pride at Odim's command
just the mountains can dare
to stand, hordes of the gods
almighty force foreign
invader surely won't prevail
the army that cried loud
Odin's hail. It doesn't
matter how much I shall
suffer to live to conign my
poor soul in your mighty
hands I long for that
moment my life I shall give
and if I die in this battle...
Let hammer commence ! Black
mist now protect us from
unfaithfull eyes, the attack
to the cross and its god will
surely succed, steel at my
side banners up high,
ancient words from the
Gods I pronunce the
viking war-cry: Odin's
hail, it doesn't matter how
much I shall suffer to live
to consign my poor soul in
your mighty hands I long
for the moment my life I
shall give and if i die in
this battle... Let Battle
commence! "This is the dan
for which I was born, I
blow my last breath into
the hotn, to the halls of
Valhalla I know fimally
sail my last words are
Odin's hail!"