Gods of War Songtext
von Vanir

Our pagan ways will not die
From our fist the north unites
Cross and God we defy
They shall fear our battle cry

Gather, warriors, the raven calls
White Christ′s followers will kneel or fall
Ready your sword, your axe and spear
Let God's lambs bleed out in fear

Just like rats they swarm our lands
Cross at their neck and book in hand
Foolish idols, feeble minds
To no honor they fight and die

We call thee, Odin (Odin)
We call thee, Tyr (Tyr)
We call thee, Freya (Freya)
Gods of war


From the soil of the north we are born
Pagan heart will beat ever strong
We answer their god′s weak demands
With fire in our hearts and sword in our hand

Crows gather to pick the bones
Fallen brothers and butchered foes
Tonight we drink from skulls of foes
Upon a pile of christian bones

We call thee, Odin (Odin)
We call thee, Tyr (Tyr)
We call thee, Freya (Freya)
Gods of war

From the soil of the north we are born
Pagan heart will beat ever strong
We answer their god's weak demands
With fire in our hearts and sword in our hand

Odin, Tyr, Freya
Gods of war
Odin, Tyr, Freya
Gods of war


From the soil of the north we are born
Pagan heart will beat ever strong
We answer their god's weak demands
With fire in our hearts and sword in our hand