Lletres:
Horde

Ancestors call. Hear the thunder blast against the gate. Black arrows fly from atop the fortress, walls covered in flame. Pagan sons, may thee be known

Northmen draw neigh, by torches and steel they fight. Blessed by Tyr. Oath of the hammer, void of fear. Odin's ravens guide my way. To one-eyed god,

To the fields where the blood of men flows. Lightning strikes as swords sail and heads roll. Many have fallen by the strength of my blade. My rage is

, the war-cries sound. By triumph of axe and spear, victory bound. By triumph on seas and plain, returneth proud. With tankards in hand we sing, the hordes

We shall live forever in the hall of All-Father. For the blood that we've shed, and the fury and fire. In Valhalla My friends, I am honored to have

high, into the blood red skies bring this world, into eternal darkness it's time to claim your rightful domain send out your black winged horde, through

sky I hear the call as I go to a grave the crypt of the demons is calling me, for the darkness ceremony, where the tales of ancient hordes will be recited

The dead line is lair Between what's real and the dream All the mares hide in dark Places of human mind Like a horde of angry demons Arms of darkness

forever Revenant horde Revenant horde Their heavy steps And their twisted steps Awakening a vision of terror Freezing each human's brains Revenant horde Revenant horde