Ensiferum Heathen horde 2017 12 01 Volta Moscow
Too many times has moon travelled across the sky Since our fathers sailed out for glory and honour It s time to fulfill the vow once given Forge your plows to swords, send the word Raise an army countless as stars in the sky All heathen hearts answer the call God of thunder bless our swords Our heathen horde will never fall We are hungry for blood, steel and war Filled with strength, valour, determination Determined to conquer the land There is no power in their weak invocation Puny invocations to their feeble god Desecrate and drown it in their blood All heathen hearts answer the call God of thunder bless our swords Our heathen horde will never fall We are hungry for blood, steel and war Ósnjallr maðr hyggsk munu ey lifa Ef hann við víg varask En elli gefr honum engi frið þótt honum geirar gefi English translation of Old Norse poem: A coward believes he will ever live If he keep him safe from strife: But old age leaves him not long in peace Though spears may spare his Row Storm is getting ne
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