1. DYING BREED

Daylight breaks the sky, rise up to your feet, grab your Sword and shield.
We are the last of this dying breed.

On to the front lines we will ride.
Our soldiers battle sword to sword against their men.
Our blood is spilt and flesh is torn from our side;
With the taste of victory on our tongues;
Charging past the swarms of swordsmen battling on the Ground.
Onto the bridge we march-they’re walls must all come down.
As we catch the smell of victory, the bodies pile thick.
Blood soaked bodies and foaming mouths: the last of a dying Breed.

A Change in the wind on the northern front.
Give nothing to no one.
We tear down the sky and seal our fate.
Through glory we live on.

The roar of battle drives us on.
With beating war drums in our ears.
Without fear of death we can never fail.
I’ve earned my honor with this axe I wield.
Charging past the swarms of swordsmen battling on the Ground.
Onto the bridge we march-they’re walls must all come down.
As we catch the smell of victory, the bodies pile thick.
Blood soaked bodies and foaming mouths: the last of a dying Breed.


2. A CALL FOR BLOOD

Almost home-we sail out once again.
Brothers around me prepare for war.
Shields cast-blood and sweat-the cost,
But we never bow.

Ride now to the edge of night.
Follow me into eternity.
We alone are the chosen ones.
From the gods to our own bloodied steel.

Against the current and with the wind,
We push on into this dark frozen sea.
Stars as our guides, and gods on our side,
We will hit land and lead the attack.
The stars on the sea mark land.
North of us sits a king to mock us all.
The blood of the king is what we demand.
Spilt onto this land, to make it whole again.

I alone will make this day the greatest for us all alive Now.
The cowards of war will be revealed,
When they turn ship for ease in this war.


3. THE LEGION

Those bastards will scream when our legions charge,
And they will not know from where we came.
As shields crack and bones break around you,
You will then know your true worth.

Blood from our merciless swords-
Our right to pass, this is why we were born.
An oath to fulfill all for the gods; for honor we kill.
Our fallen have proven their worth, this battle is ours.
Watch as they cower in fear.
We die proud.

Blood pools around the bodies already on the ground.
As Valkyries are receiving our fallen heroes.
Warriors for glory, and warriors for honor,
We are here to defend the ancient way.

Charging across the fields with my axe held high above my Head;
Its blades glistening,
I thrust it down with a deadly blow,
Deep into my enemy’s fucking skull;
With my sword-another 5 will fall.
This day is ours! we will die proud.


4. DAY OF SOLACE

Engraved in the pages of time, we are free.
When were we stricken blind?
Look how far we’ve come.
You hear it? its calling you.
Now be free.
By the gods we’ve been chosen.
Pass on in peace.

Cast all your fears to the wind.
Now fall into this dream.
We are not weak, we suffer no pain.
Join us in reverence to be whole again.
Welcome this dream state that encompasses you;
Solace and virtue for eternity.

Into the storm again,
We ride to the gates-may they open wide.
Under great odin’s eye we stand against fear.
Draping these fields our warriors lay here.
Our fate will be met with the fire in our hearts.
Blessed by the gods for all that we’ve fought.