Heidra
Morten Bryld - Vocals, Martin W. Jensen - Guitar, Carlos G.R. - Guitar, Morten Kristiansen - Bass, Danny Svendsen - Keys, Mikkel Køster - Drums
Sworn to Vengeance
A ship arrived this morning
A messenger clad in black
Bearing tidings oh so grave
Of my brother’s untimely demise
I stand at the bow of my ship
I must set things right
My men are all behind me
Honour-bound to fight
I feel a great rage within
This is no time to mourn
Blood is surging through me
To vengeance I am sworn
We have left shallow waters
The open sea lies ahead
When we reach the southern coast
We stare into the face of death
And though some may crumble
As death stares right back
My determination cannot falter
I will sound the final attack
A crimson sun on the horizon
The air is freezing cold
My heart is pounding
And in anger I clench my fists
We take to the oars to make it in time
Before the enemy has moved on
The shadow of grief weighs me down
But I will forever push on
We’ve picked up a fresh trail
They cannot be far ahead
When we find those wretched knaves
Our swords will taste their blood
My men follow me without hesitation
Into the lands of the enemy
Out of the ashes, into the fire
We shall end their sorry lives
The enemy approaches from the south
It’s time to meet them head on
And as we make our way into a clearing
Arrows soar and battle is joined
[Solo: Carlos G.R.]
The enemy is upon us
Ferociously they fight
Flailing swords and axes
We defend against their might
I feel a great rage within
This is no time to mourn
Blood is surging through me
To vengeance I am sworn
We must hold on
We can’t fall back
Fighting to gain the upper hand
We strike them hard
We fight with skill
Slaying our way to victory
We must hold on
We can’t fall back
No swordsman unchallenged
We strike them hard
We fight with skill
Slaying our way to victory
I fight my way to their leader
His blood will be mine
I raise my sword for the final strike
My hand guided by the divines
I feel a great rage within
This is no time to mourn
Blood is surging through me
To vengeance I am sworn
Kinsmen
In the sky a jet-black raven flies
And deep below you can hear the cries
Of ancient warriors locked in battle
Swords strike hard and armours rattle
The old gods watch from mountains high
As brothers draw their last breath and die
They were too bold, they did not know
The dangers their final battle would hold
So ride, now proudly into battle my friend
The time has come to die for your kinsmen
Kneeling down, their brothers pray
That from their chosen path they will not stray
To the golden halls, their final resting place
They ride to fulfil their destiny
Armies are sent into battle
Endless wars for gold and glory
Thousands sacrifice their lives
At the behest of their kings
Silhouettes of ghostly warriors
Wander forever on a road to nowhere
They did not find their way
To the ancestral halls
Kneeling down, their brothers pray
That from their chosen path they will not stray
To the golden halls, their final resting place
They ride to fulfil their destiny
Silhouettes of ghostly warriors
They died for a cause not their own
Corrupted, abandoned, defeated
No skalds shall tell their tales
In the sky a jet-black raven flies
And deep below you can hear the cries
No fires illuminate the endless night
Death is theirs, unless they fight
The old gods watch from mountains high
As brothers draw their last breath and die
To fight for the king is their only life
To battle, to battle, this could be the last stride
[Solo: M. W. Jensen]
Death is like an infinite dream
So embrace the final sleep
Fight at your kinsman’s side
The time has come to die
Twelve Berserks
Twelve were the berserks
Sons of Arngrim
Born in the northlands
Where wolves roam
Great fear they spread
Where they came
Strongest of them
Was mighty Angantyr
Hjorvard was one of twelve
He swore that he would have
The daughter of king Ingjald
For her beauty and skill she was renowned
Twelve were the berserks
Sons of Arngrim
Born in the northlands
Where wolves roam
Great fear they spread
Where they came
To the realm of king Ingjald
The twelve brothers went
And before the king’s table
Hjorvard spoke these words:
“Far I have come, lord Ingjald
An oath I have sworn
That I will have your daughter
Or no other woman”
Two men were there with Ingjald
Hjalmar and his companion Od
Hjalmar had heard Hjorvard’s speech
And these words he spoke to the king:
“Do you remember, my lord
How I have served you all these years?
The battles I have won for you?
I deserve your daughter!”
Hjorvard was immensely angered by these words
He stood up and challenged Hjalmar to holmgang
Hjalmar accepted the challenge
They agreed to meet on a far-away island
This duel would decide
Who was to have the king’s daughter
Twelve were the berserks
Sons of Arngrim
Born in the northlands
Where wolves roam
Great fear they spread
Where they came
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