Raise your swords
Sons of northern shores
Raise your swords
Once again

Raise your swords
Sons of northern shores
Raise your swords
Once again

Still obsessed
By the spirit of doom
Still enchanted
By the tunes of doom

Listen

Behold the ag

My way to self-expression
Guided by love and pain
Torn apart between two worlds
Feed my lust, my existence
Punish my soul, punish my soul

Empty alleys
Paved with nails
Staring shadows
Shapeless form

Closed eyes, frozen minds
There's nothing I'll miss

Father, my dream i have to tell
Our leader you were
Our hearts full of hate

Trail of vengeance
Mother's death
Yes, your wife, my mother

Two miles across the river
A battle arose
An ambush, arrowrain
Half of our men, vanished in pain

Deadly wounded

In search for wisdom and wealth
Carrying the sword of doom
Northern spirits
Faithful and pure
Follow the trails
Of the elders
Rouse the waves
Rouse the waves

In doom we trust
Odin, father

Broken arrows, shattered shields
Blind eyes staring on misty fields
Fallen heroes on sacred ground
Save their souls with our holy sound
So they died with swords in their hands
Odin's children from the northern lands
Glory shines just upon the brave
From the cradle to

Lord of shadows
Master of sorrow
Feel my cold touch
Tear you apart
Like an angel
Crowned with horns
Lucifer's child

Endless misery
Endless misery

Searching wisdom
Finding oblivion
In the eyes
Of the damned
Like a ghost
Dwelling behind

Flowing tears
Cover my face
Just a drop in the fire

Agony infecting me
Your light has faded away

Grand spirit joining
Leaves inside of me
Consumed with void

Wandering through water

In love and war
Like a tree
Boughs so strong
While floating

Hmm..hmm

Remember,
Put some sugar in your coffee
Hey, sweet people
Wanna fuck my wife, eh?

I've come to judge
For you to be judged

My true friends!

Take my glory
Take my fear

Friendship tastes like honey
So suck my dick

Remember,
Pu

Nordens glans
Krigers dans
Tag dit svaerd
Paa vikingerfaerd

A thousand years of hope and fear
A thousand years of dragons' flight

We are the sons of northern shores
We are the lords of doom
In our minds, in our hearts
Our future rising soon

Hail odin