Battle Song Songtext
von Folkknot

We are made out of lightning
We are the forge of the sky
Our will is our fate

We must strike first
We must strike them while they are sleeping
Sitting on their hands

They grow not from the earth
Their world grows hot and barren
Raising marble and stone all so cursed

We will catch them while they are dreaming
Of killing everything
That is good and green on the Earth

Because we are the men of mountains
And we are the salt of the sea
And lo, they walk behind us
And Týr, he smiles with glee

As the storm grows and follows behind us
Ruthless we′ll have to be
Not a soul will be spared


And a thousand years from now
Our names will all be forgotten
But this deed will live eternally

Because we are the men of the forest
And we are the green in the trees
And lo, they grow around us
And Jord, she smiles with glee

I will not run
And I will not fall
For I am the son
Of the one who bears all

And we are the fate of a people
Who hold the final seed
And lo, it grows within us
These roots shall never recede


I will not run
And I will not fall
For I am the son
Of the one who bears all
No, I will not run
And I will not fall
For I am the one
The one that bears all