Wyrd Heathen
Reminding me of the night at the coast
when we saw the horde of ships closing in on us in the
horizon
Unprepared we were when they came to shore.
Waving their swords, screaming the name of an unknown
god.
Burned our villages, desecrated our shrines,
replaced our old gods with icons of their false faith
From behind they sneaked on us like the cowards they
are.
Forced us to retreat in shame, filled our hearts with
pain and rage.
You can kill our kin but you can never crush our
spirit.
The heathenpride in northmen's minds will always
remain!
Like fire schorced earth we are reborn!
With autumns coldest winds we arrive!
Proud in our hearts, unchained in our might we are pure
heathen wrath unbound!
As I awake from my remembrance,
one single tear rolls down to my scarred cheeck.
I return to our mountain camp the hideaway of the few
survivors
of their 'holy' massacre.
We pray for might, our shamans survey the runes
we call forth the elements
to fight along side us on this pagan cause. We swear an
oath to old gods:
We will not rest until we find revenge!
Until every single soul of those f..cking worms sails
the black waters of Tuonela
Yet even Tuoni would reject that scum, their pitiful
souls shall forever be
cursed to haunt these woods at night horizon will burn
with thousand fires.
Swords shall clatter, warcrys echo, steel shall sings
it's merciless song
in the gloomy autumn night! Meadows shall be covered
with blood, foul stench of rotting flesh!
Vultures and rats will feast on the corpses of the
deceased.
Rivers of blood of the fallen warriors, severed limbs
lying all around
The Gods of War will be satisfied. In the gloomy autumn
night!
And when the night falls again we proud men of north
gather around the bonfires.
And in the light of the paganfires we sharpen our
swords,
saddle our horses and whisper one final prayer to the
Gods of War!
May the winds hear our cries! May the stars call our
names!
And when the moon is on the wave we'll ride to
victory or ascend to another plane
We call forth the archaic forces! Summon the elements!
We sing our prayers to four winds! Raise our chalices
towards the sky!
When the fullmoon rises to sky we ride towards our
desecrated village
Filled with rage and Ukkos might shouting oaths of
battle,
singing songs of war.
In the name of Ukko we will send them to Tuonis doors!
Berzerk we attack steel singing in the light of the
moon.
Outnumbered we are but filled with heathenpride.
One by one, we cut down their troops,
swords swinging in the light of the moon.
We remove their icons, we crucify their priests to
their own crosses,
we'll burn their holy scriptures and sink their
dismember corpses to the
marshes of the proud northern woods.
We have returned the pride of this land. For now and
forever!
Unchained Heathen Wrath!!!
