1. BLOOD DESTINY

I feel the soil run through my hands
And I know that it's been blessed with the blood of my clan
Spilled upon the soil, the gifts of ages past, understood at last

We shall not be denied and hear the voices cry
As we soar upon the wind, they're the ghosts of our kin
Calling out to a generation that has losts its racial soul
There's so much more you need to know

Before your lost soul finds the other half and once again is whole
And out here in the everglades on this everlasting night
Guided by the moonlight as we search for ancient rites
Make communion with your past, understood at last

The covenant of blood regained, the sanctity of soil remains
Our souls alive, our folk will survive
And turn towards the stars
As aspire to be more than what we are


2. FOR THE LOVE OF LIFE

Raise the god of Thunder
Unleash the hurricane
Emancipate our racial souls
Let loose the hate and pain

There's a temptress running in the night
Shes calling out to you
Come fourth and sooth the savage beast
Walk the line and see it through

Oh yeah, for the love of life
I give my all so that the strong survive
Oh yeah, I walk the line
I give my all, I dedicate my life

Raise the sign of power
Release the dance of death
Odin crushes through the sky
To clense is with his wrath

Anointed with the blood of our gods
Our undead armies rise to meet the phalanx of the foe
As life and death collide

Oh yeah, for the love of life
I give my all so that the strong survive
Oh yeah, I walk the line
I give my all, I dedicate my life


3. FREEDOM

Free, that is all I want to be
To have my right to speak
Not being classed as a crimial
For just expressing my opinion

Free from the oppressor's lies
We have got to break the chains
If we want to exsist tomorrow

Free, that is all that we want to be
To have our own land
To raise our folk, to raise pur children
Without no foreign oppressors

Free from the oppressor's lies
We have got to break the chains
If we want to exsist tomorrow


4. THE CAMP OF THE SAINTS

I sit and pour the finest wine into a crystal glass of mine
With the Brandenburg concerto keeping time

Now I'm very weary, I know the time's at hand
The camp of saints is under siege but, there is no final stand
And what is left to hold when your culture has be bought and sold?
And what is left to need when you have no more blood left to bleed

A little farewell toast to give to a culture with no will to live
The western world adrift admist the flood

And what is there left to do, when the battle's in the hands of the few?
And what is there left to say, when your own people turn the other way?
And what is left to hold when your culture has be bought and sold?
And what is left to need when you have no more blood left to bleed

As I walk along these windswept streets I shudder at the scenes I meet
I guess it's true that what you sow... you reap

And what is there left to do, when the battle's in the hands of the few?
And what is there left to say, when your own people turn the other way?
And what is left to hold when your culture has be bought and sold?
And what is left to need when you have no more blood left to bleed


5. WAR CRY

In our past reign you felt the pain all who apposed
We slaughtered, we laid to waste with furious haste
And blew your race asunder when our force chooses a course
Nothing in this word can save you
Get on your knees let's hear your pleas
We'll laugh before we slay you

Our mighty legacy in the mountains on high
Charging through the valleys to the gallant war cry
March besides me brothers with your swords held high
Stand and face the fury of the gallant war cry

So stand aside or run and hide
Nothing in this world can save you
Death to the lies that we despise
You know why we hate you
We live at war for evermore
In times of peace we falter
We'll teach our foes with brutal blows
Our burning hatred hotter

Our mighty legacy in the mountains on high
Charging through the valleys to the gallant war cry
March besides me brothers with your swords held high
Stand and face the fury of the gallant war cry


6. BEYOND GOOD AND EVIL

We are the bridge to higher man
The path upon which he stands
The bridge across the ocean of mud
Which threatens to destroy his blood

Sacred seed of the ancient kings
A lineage of gold he brings
With force and fury wage your war
Seize today and for evermore

There are no boundries to our laws
There is no higher force
We are the gods that live on earth
Self-ordained from the time of birth

We choose our course, we forge our way
Through the blood of heros we seize the day

Beyond good and evil
Beyond life and death
Beyond light and darkness
You shall face our holy wrath
Beyond the grip of fear
Beyond indecision

Nothing can stop our forced aggression
We are like a hurricane
Rushing forth from mountain tops
Like temptest gone insane

Raging like a terror born to obiterate our foes
Crushing like a tidal wave with awesome angry blows

Beyond good and evil
Beyond life and death
Beyond light and darkness
You shall face our holy wrath
Beyond the grip of fear
Beyond indecision

Beyond modern wisdom
Beyond sacrifice untold
Beyond the next horizon
Our kingdom shall unfold


7. THE FINAL OUTPOST

On aimless walks through majestic lasndcapes
Countless journeys through the artic nature
One is always drawn the sombre thoughts
Questions which cannot be answered

We are standing at the final outpost
We are standing at the final outpost
The battle for our own exsistence
The battle for our own exsistence

How can the land remain pure and faultless
And the nation itself is consumed by filth?
Can the surroundings remain sacred and clean
When the kingdoms spirit is sour and foul?

We are standing at the final outpost
We are standing at the final outpost
The battle for our own exsistence
The battle for our own exsistence

Praising the lords of northern skies
For still allowing, all these woods to stand
Eternal hails to our tribal gods
For not uleashing, their righteous wrath

As the men of the relm have forggoten their heros
Will the winds continue to carry the legends?
Alone wandering through ageless forests
Healing a grief-scarred soul

We are standing at the final outpost
We are standing at the final outpost
The battle for our own exsistence
The battle for our own exsistence

Absorbing the energy of a timeless mountain
Clensing a sorrow-filled mind
For a moment forgetting mortal problems
But still forging an iron-clad warlust

We are standing at the final outpost
We are standing at the final outpost
The battle for our own exsistence
The battle for our own exsistence

Praising the lords of northern skies
For still allowing, all these woods to stand
Eternal hails to our tribal gods
For not uleashing, their righteous wrath


8. THE IRON DREAM

We rise!

Better to live one day as a lion, than a thousand years as a lamb
I'd rather die on my feet as a man, then to live on my knees as a slave

And now the call is sent to our kinfolk:
Stir from your slumber, awake, break the hold
Your veins are flowing vengance blood
And your eyes are cold, so deathly cold

We rise!

When you cannot enter the castle through the front gate in the light of day
Then enter through the dungeons at night, so summon your anger
By the light of the moon we rise
By the light of the moon we rise
By the light of the moon we rise, we rise

We rise!
We rise!

Better to live one day as a lion, than a thousand years as a lamb
I'd rather die on my feet as a man, then to live on my knees as a slave

And now the call is sent to our kinfolk:
Stir from your slumber, awake, break the hold
Your veins are flowing ancient blood
And your eyes are cold, so deathly cold


9. PARADISE LOST

A paralysed dream and stifled scream
Europe torn apart from the seams
Preparing for war with a mutant horde
Striking at the heart of the system's core

Let my fury be known, the seeds of violence sown
Let my hatred be fed, with the body count of the enemy dead

Hell unleashed like a sacred beast
Vengeance arriving to crush the hated peace
A mighty cost for this paradise lost
The only responce is a holocaust

Let my fury be known, the seeds of violence sown
Let my hatred be fed, with the body count of the enemy dead

Paradise loss
Paradise lost

A tortured soul and a severed whole
Exploding faith deaths rising toll
Abusive paths stirs a peoples wrath
Smoldering, bloody aftermath

Let my fury be known, the seeds of violence sown
Let my hatred be fed, with the body count of the enemy dead

You've built a lie into a governing state
So now our force runs its brutal course
We'll kill you all without remorse
We'll kill you all without remorse

Let my fury be known, the seeds of violence sown
Let my hatred be fed, with the body count of the enemy dead

Paradise... paradise lost


10. KING OF THE KINGS

Of course you should have been born in another
Place in time, there is no question or a doubt
The throne would have been your place, a worthy king
You would have been answering the nations needs

Your wisdom and courage would have taken away all the weeds
Bringing glory to your nation, the people would have hailed your name
But now the time is different and we all know who's to blame

Youth were lost for oh so long, a journey through the night
No one comes near you -you spoke oh so bright
How we could survive -you spoke the words of the truth
Nature was your guide -you spoke the language of the youth

Always standing prowd, you knew our time must come
You would never stop until they've lost and we've won
Always standing prowd, you knew our time must come
You would never stop until they've lost

Days turn to years now but you are always near
With the wisdom of your words I do not know any fear
I want you to know that none of your deeds were in vain
Deep in your people's heart you will live again even
If your gone now to the home of the brave
Youth still read your words and give glory to your name for all that you gave
And even If your gone now to the home of the brave
Youth still read your words and give glory to your name for all that you gave