Bloodaxe Thirteen Oar's Of Misfortune
Drawn by the visions
Of the dark nocturnal seasons
We set sail, admist the iceberg flows
Sworn to the hammer
Of the far northern tribal magiks
We spill the blood
Upon the dog christion lands
Bound by chains of disillusions
Enslave forever within
Tormented with failure
Guided to the end
With a corpse smile
Odin
Hunted by the shine
Of the dead arctic winter sun
We become lost within the fog and mist
Beckoned by the deep
The waves carry our souls away
Lost forever in the grey sea chamber
Bound by chains of disillusions
Enslave forever within
Guided to the end
Odin
Carried by valkyries
To the great halls of the dead
We begin the feast with the ancient warriors slain
Valhalla is ours
We ride forever in the northern skies
The sun never sets
Upon the glorious halls of gold
Bound by chains of disillusions
Enslave forever within
Guided to the end
With a corpse's smile
Thirteen oars of your misfortune
Three fates of midnight creeping in
I am living inside of suicide
The storms of tragedy
I shall ride
