Warriors of the North
We were the warriors of the north
Notorious and brave
We'd never lost a fight in war
We feared not the grave
The ruler of this northern court
My brother, lord, king
He always had our loyal swords
But we would feel his sting
The ageing king had no descendants
No heir to take his throne
It filled his soul with fear, transcendent
That next in line was my first-born
The king's heart grew full of dark deception
Full of foul conspiracy
This was when dark days had their inception
And we fell to his vile deceit
Robbed of arms, robbed of pride
But he spared our lives
The fear he had of Oden's wrath
Held his vengeful knife
With hearts so cold we left our homes
Banished from our land
A life in shame, a life in grief
Until we rise again
Winters come, winters pass
Twenty wasted years
We're ageing men, our youth is gone
We will shed no tears
Winters come and winters pass
Twenty years have gone
Like a dream we fade away into oblivion
We are the warriors of the north
Notorious and brave
We're old but strong as before
And we don't fear the grave
From the south an army rises
They ride under cross of gold
From the shades we're called in a time of crisis
To defend the king
Now weak and old
As the flames of warfare rage higher
We feel our destiny's embrace
We are ageing men of an old empire
Now we can see Valhalla's gates
We march again
First in line
To reach Valhalla's mighty gates
We march again
March to fight
To reach Valhalla's mighty...
We march again
Give our lives
To reach Valhalla's mighty royal gates
Notorious and brave
We'd never lost a fight in war
We feared not the grave
The ruler of this northern court
My brother, lord, king
He always had our loyal swords
But we would feel his sting
The ageing king had no descendants
No heir to take his throne
It filled his soul with fear, transcendent
That next in line was my first-born
The king's heart grew full of dark deception
Full of foul conspiracy
This was when dark days had their inception
And we fell to his vile deceit
Robbed of arms, robbed of pride
But he spared our lives
The fear he had of Oden's wrath
Held his vengeful knife
With hearts so cold we left our homes
Banished from our land
A life in shame, a life in grief
Until we rise again
Winters come, winters pass
Twenty wasted years
We're ageing men, our youth is gone
We will shed no tears
Winters come and winters pass
Twenty years have gone
Like a dream we fade away into oblivion
We are the warriors of the north
Notorious and brave
We're old but strong as before
And we don't fear the grave
From the south an army rises
They ride under cross of gold
From the shades we're called in a time of crisis
To defend the king
Now weak and old
As the flames of warfare rage higher
We feel our destiny's embrace
We are ageing men of an old empire
Now we can see Valhalla's gates
We march again
First in line
To reach Valhalla's mighty gates
We march again
March to fight
To reach Valhalla's mighty...
We march again
Give our lives
To reach Valhalla's mighty royal gates
Credits
Writer(s): Johan Hegg, Olavi Mikkonen, Fredrick Andersson, Ted Lundstrom, Johan Soderberg
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