1. THE TRAVELLER

You might heard about a man with no name,
Who lived in the frost lands far far away,
He sailed across the seven seas,
And travelled through the forests to their darkest depths.
Once he had a family, once he had a home,
But one wretched day he was left alone,
Cause one evil man was envy for his life,
He burned his house, killed children and wife.

Why it was me? Who done this to me?
My soul is filled with hatered and pain,
I must ho and seek justice,
Someday I will take my revenge.

He fell in despair buried his own family,
And than he understood what's his destiny,
From steel and fire, he made his sword,
"Now the time has come to learn the art of war!".
When he was ready to stand up and fight,
He seek the enemies, led by hunger of blood,
So he started to kill to become the best,
Always with run he forgot what is rest.

I've travelled across distant lands,
Killing evil, when it was in sight,
I know the truth, I know the one,
Who brought me suffering, and eternal dark.

Our hero went far far away,
Marking his trace by blood again,
Seeking the one, who killed his love,
Discovered it was the priest, from distant south.
Immolation that's all what priest gained,
Left alive to suffer great pain,
Than our hero returned to his lands,
And hid in the mountains, awaiting his last days.

I should've feel relieved, but I don't,
Stone cold heart and poisoned soul,
Now I see, that revenge is not the way,
It just brought me sickness, and everlasting pain.


2. MORHANA

Oh, Morhana! Hear our prayer,
Awake from your sleep, come and bless us,
We stand in front of your threshold,
Waiting in snow, screaming your name!

Morhana!
She's a goddess,
Of winter and death.

Oh, Morhana! Protect us in battle,
Fufil our prayers,and guide our swords,
Don't let our brothers fall on the ground,
Don't let us die in this evil land.

Morhana!
She's a goddess,
Of winter and death.

Oh, Morhana! Hear our prayer ,
Awake from your sleep come and bless us,
Don't let our brothers fall on the ground,
Don't let us die in this evil land.

Morhana!
She's a goddess,
Of winter and death.


3. PATH TO VICTORY

Charge!

Called by the gods,
From shadows we rise,
Stand with brothers,
Side by side,
To rage against the cowards.
They took our freedom,
But they can't take,
The will to fight,
Hate will guide us,
And no one,
Can't stop us.

Answer this call,
Trample the worms,
Defend your rights,
Horn will lead you to,
The rightful victory.

Feel the bloody breeze,
See Morhana standing tall,
With power of the pagan gods,
We feel the might in our hearts.
Blood of the kings in our veins,
Flame is burning higher,
As we attack with swords in hands,
There's no other way than,

Victory!