This hate inside me
It is constantly growing
Years of hollow lies
Made pagan hatred rise
They came with their troops
Destroying land and roots
Abominations under the sun
They and their poisoned truth
One by one my people fell
Under their deceptive spell
How many sons of the
North had to fall?
Before our eyes could see
This isn’t how it should be!
“Under the Northern star
We shed our blood
With the call of a battle horn
We raise our swords
Behind the fields of blood
There’s a haven for us
Deep in the woods of the North
Rises the Heathen Throne”
Under the Northern star
We shed our blood
With the call of a battle horn
We raise our swords
“Under the Northern star
We shed our blood
With the call of a battle horn
We raise our swords
Behind the fields of blood
There’s a haven for us
Deep in the woods of the North
Rises the Heathen Throne”
Upholder of the skies
For too long has your name been despised
Give us your strength and courage
When we meet our nemesis
On the shores that used to be
The place we called home
Our land and faith are raped
Somehow they’re going to pay
Grant us your revenge
We are not afraid of death
Let none of them ever more, ever more
Lay a hopeful gaze upon the sky…upon the sky!
“Under the Northern star
We shed our blood
With the call of a battle horn
We raise our swords
Behind the fields of blood
There’s a haven for us
Deep in the woods of the North
Rises the Heathen Throne”
Yllä harmaan korven korpit laulaa
Hurme tämän kansan roudan sulattaa
Katso kuinka hohkaa kansi taivaan
Kutsuu se meitä Tumman Virran Taa
Heikot vaipuu kuohuun sysimustaan
Sankarit kun astuu joen rantaan
Halki iäisyyden laulu raikaa
Kutsuu se veljiä Tumman Virran Taa
Could my ruin have come
My day of trouble have arrived
In these tuonele cabins
These abodes of the dead land?
Far beyond the dark stream pagan souls will
Roam those cold lands wild and free
Wait for the sign; a blood red sky
Then beyond the dark stream we will ride
The path of mortals
So narrow and brutal
Only bravest of them all
Will find true valor
Decaying souls of men
Who trust in false omens
Will drown in the stream
With their untrue beliefs
He’s been drifting
For so long
Searching for the land
Where heroes roam
In the horizon
The last ray of light
A breeze from the other side
Before he dies
Dividing walls of stone
Eternal Heathen Throne
Beneath the cold starlight
Revealed for the purest sight
Through constant affliction
Towards alleviations
When a searing star is near
Carry on, you’re almost here
Far beyond the dark stream we’ll meet again
Across the wilderness and we will be home
Gather your strength, don’t be afraid
Far beyond the dark stream, we’ll meet again
The Longest Journey of them all
Has to be made all alone
A flame in the skyline reaching the stars
Guiding the seeker through the night!
Far beyond the dark stream we’ll meet again
Across the wilderness and we will be home
Gather your strength, don’t be afraid
Far beyond the dark stream, we’ll meet again
Not just for victory,
not just to crush your enemy
Not just for heir to be,
but for this moment and to fight the injustice…
It was written long ago
This is what I’ve been told
An army came across the sea
To conquer this low land
They lured with their lies
Shouting “Peasants, kneel or die!”
Outnumbered, undaunted
War cry rose to the skies
On the homeland of the raven
Where the eagles scream at daybreak
And the clang and clash of armies
Beautiful the strife for conquest
Rain…came over to the north
Flood of lies…to drown the old gods
A storm rose…within the hearts of enslaved
Ode…for My Ancestors’ Blood
The seer foresaw
The curse from above
Like a roar of approaching giant horde
In the moors and in the marshes
On the borders of the woodlands
They marched like approaching giant horde
When I yield my life forever
Bravely will I fall in battle
Fall upon the field of glory
Beautiful to die in armor
Rain…came over to the north
Flood of lies…to drown the old gods
A storm rose…within the hearts of enslaved
Ode…for My Ancestors’ Blood
…
The darkest hour, the hopeless time
Is always before the rise of the dawn
Find your courage to stand against a stream
The fairest they speak when the falsest they think
When mouths of men speak the words of gods
The truth will never be enough for anyone
When you reach the peak of the highest mountain
Proudly plant the flag of the heathen Defiance
When mouths of men speak the words of gods
The truth will never be enough for anyone
When you reach the peak of the highest mountain
Proudly plant the flag of the heathen Defiance
Wielded lashes, pyres flame, gloomy gallows
Tormented ones, brave and free
Screams echo in time
Not one unjust deed goes unpunished
No blood is shed in vain under the reborn thunder sign
I know we will
Claim the throne and kill
They asked for war so we will give them one
The one to end it all
Reckoning with blood
Stop the madness that’s gone on for centuries
From the ashes of the ancient blood and wisdom
The children of thunder will rise again
From the ashes of the ancient blood and wisdom
The children of thunder will rise again
In a storm of obloquy, my sons stand strong
Marshall the forces, gather up weapons for the last war to come
Who is so righteous, un-corrupted, to condemn and Dominate
With truth and not with illusions
Not driven by the greed to be enthroned and rule?
Havoc no more
The reign of men
From the ashes of the ancient blood and wisdom
The children of thunder will rise again
From the ashes of the ancient blood and wisdom
The children of thunder will rise again
When mouths of men speak the words of gods
The truth will never be enough for anyone
When you reach the peak of the highest mountain
Proudly plant the flag of the heathen Defiance
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