Trollband
Warhellride
A mournful horn sounds a deathly callA lone ship sails back to the fjordsI know my father dines in Odin's hallFeasting above with heroes of oldBorne from the ship and carried highHis face as white as the snowSword-wounds cleaned and driedFour men bear his body.His bearded face is calm and proudHis jaw is firm and eyes open wideHis warriors hold his body high still and cold.Still and cold!On his chest his ancient swordGleaming even under the cloudsTaken long ago from dragon's hoard.Plundered from the ancient caves.His sea-steed is pushed off from the sandFlaming, into the salty brine.The ravens circle overheadCalling out their croaking cry.The smoke coils up into the snowy cloudsBlowing back to our ancestral shoresLetras de cancionesWhere I stand holding my fathers sword.My ancient sword!The ships once again prepare to sailThe men have stocked with weapons of warAxes and shields, helms and spearsAnd me with my ancestral blade.We will sail to the lands of our foesRight to the place where my father fellAnd for his death we'll make them pay,Send triple our number down to Hell.Gather steel and raise your headLet forth your battle yellAnd come my brothers, join usOn this warhellride!Warhellride!
From Letras Mania