Lletres:
Einherjer Odin Owns Ye All

a bloodred mound A thousand deaths to them all" Brothers of vengance The world is a wound A wound that bleeds and burns I saw my brothers Fall of creators All

, Ve and Odin They killed the giant Ymir and founded what we know They gave us life, spirit and wisdom Odin owns us all and we owe all to him When Ymir

empty chairs & one've been kept warm I drink to my kinsmen who sails now with Njord I drink to my kin who'll drink here no more Odin owns ye all

Four empty chairs & one've been kept warm I drink to my kinsmen who sails now with Njord I drink to my kin who'll drink here no more Odin owns ye all

a bloodred mound A thousand deaths to them all" Brothers of vengance The world is a wound A wound that bleeds and burns I saw my brothers Fall of creators All

Four empty chairs & one've been kept warm I drink to my kinsmen who sails now with Njord I drink to my kin who'll drink here no more Odin owns ye all

frost and fire Giants of south and those up higher Fire runs my passion burns Fear breakes and chaos rules I am the incarnation of all ages I've seen it all

:] I am the pathfinder, accustomed to battle For whom is the hall decked here in Helheim Silence not prophetess, I seek your answers Who shall bring death to the son of Odin