As the dew covers the woods the filthy trolls wakes up to a new night. Crawling out to their caverns impossible to spot for an untrained eye. Taking their
A king, courageous and proud. Across the wild seas he sailed through hard storms and black clouds with men who could not fail. Victory was in their tail
Upon strong and fast horses thousands have ridden beyond our borders. Our standards has been brought across the whole continent Hearts of stone and minds
I'm an old rover tired of this world let me follow the whirlpool of life into the world of happiness that lies on the other side of death. Grant me my
The mountains and forests is his fortress The primeval starfilled nightsky his roof. He is the king of the forgotten realm Ruling with a power unknown
In the land of Meldoria the sun has dissappeared. It shines for the high ones that dwell amongst the clouds. Hidden from the land at the edge of the world
Troops at attention in shining armour They stand before me in total loyalty. Raising their fists into the air And swearing their allegiance to me. Upon
I walk on misty pathways. Where my journey leads I do not know. I just follow my inner voice. Longer and longer on misty pathways I go. I travel into
In this realm of the old spirits There is neither day nor night. Mighty powers of the past shall soon Be woken from their dormancy in the land Of lurking
I fullmanens sken hetsjakten gar Medans muns golla stomma i skogen skor. Groteska skratt ur trollkoft hurs Ty forden mot helvetets helor bor.
Under the banner of our gods We ravage this land of heresy. In the name of the Aesirs we are chosed To fight this invading christianity. Under the banner
The harsch biting winternight Embrace everything in this silent land. A lonely man is wandering through the snow With a wooden staff in his hand. Dressed
We the kingdom's best men Proudly walk the fields, The forests and the mountains Ready to defend it with our steel. We march towards the battlefield,
The peace has been broken. My brothers has all fallen By treacherous mens betrayal. Their blood painted the plains red. I swear this act will be their
Born like a true hammerchild I was along time ago. Dubbed with lightning and steel in the sign of the ravens. Cold nordic winds sweep across our land
Over mountains and rivers. Over valleys and creeks, the spirit of our forfathers sweep. Past plains and forests. Past the clouds in the sky. the shadow
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Howling at the fullmoon in this intense midwinternight. Behold the masters of wilderness, Hearken to how they hold the woods in fright. See the silhouettes