Dancer Songtext
von Chur

On the trampled grass
Slippery and red
A dance of death is over
The dancer is lying dead

He is looking at the sky
With a happy smile
A pile of bodies on the field
And he is on the top of the pile

A chief with a silver beard
Rises on the pile
And thrusts his broad knife
Into the dancer′s side

His liver is still warm
The silver beard is red
This is the greatest honor
A warrior can get

Hail!


When your battle is almost lost
When you see no chance to survive
When you're alone, surrounded by foes
That′s the moment of truth in your life
Now the Gods are looking at you
Seeing through your soul and your heart
With no thoughts, no words, and no lie
Now be who you really are

In the middle of the feast
In the center of the great hall
The king is drinking ale
From the cup which is made from a skull

Take this gift, my son
It's the Bringer of Victory
Hear the words of wisdom
That he is whispering

When your battle is almost lost
When you see no chance to survive
When you're alone surrounded by foes
That′s the moment of truth in your life
Now the Gods are looking at you
Seeing through your soul and your heart
With no thoughts, no words, and no lie
Now be who you really are


When your battle is completely lost
When you have no chance to survive
When you′re the last surrounded by foes
That's the goal of your entire life
Brothers Gods are looking at you
You can feel them in your soul
It is time to hide no more
Now dance God of War