Nomansland Voice Of Battle
Warriors are flying to the west
The Sun is laying eyes onto the east
Flames of fires are travelling with winds
Battle’s voice is pushing us ahead
Work of axe knows no mercy
The face is blinded with blood
Vikings are crashing in like troops of wolves
Battle call is irresistible
The Hammer has already struck
Another march for glory
The one who abandoned home
Is granted power by Odin
Work of axe knows no mercy
The face is blinded with blood
Vikings are crashing in like troops of wolves
Battle’s voice is pushing us ahead
No sorrow, no pain, no regret
If perished in a fight
Victorious step you only to give
The waves and wind will sing for you
