AMORGEN LYRICS

1. A Wanderer's Heart

[Instrumental]

2. Hail To The Heathen God

His tale began during a treacherous storm
His mother lay dead, so he fled
Only one way to run
The forest

(he) Ran to the nymphs of the forest of old
Destined for greatness, a tale to be told
He grew to a man, that none'd dare to cross
Worthy of praise, Dionysos

Sing and dance
and drink from my wine

(Hail to heathen god)
Fire, in the midst of the ring
nymphs are dancing, his name they sing
To this world, you truly are a gift of the divine,
now spread your wings, and spread your wine

Demons of the forest,
and the creatures of the woods
have gathered all around the god
to drink his mighty brew
Exalted with his people,
every man he came across
said "you're truly worth our praise"
Hail Dionysos

Hail to the heathen god

He went from hamlet to hamlet
where his words drew a crowd
He said "Bask in my glory, indulge in my wine
It's so good to be divine!"

Demons of the forest,
and the creatures of the woods
have gathered all around the god
to drink his mighty brew
Exalted with his people,
every man he came across
said "you're truly worth our praise"
Hail Dionysos

Hail to the heathen god

Sing and dance
and drink from my wine
No more praise,
let's just drink till the sun shines bright

(as he descended from the heavens
man gazed upon his drunken glory
he reigns from his mighty throne
the god of drink)

3. Lost Glory

Once, I travelled land and sea,
A warrior strong, feared was my steel.
My name was known throughout the pits of hell
But my glory was taken, in anguish I fell

I fell to the blade of a knight
His armor as black as the night
Barely alive was my fate
Never to rise again

He haunts me still
I can still feel his breath,
Breathing down in my neck
He left his mark on my flesh
My honor was torn,
My glory forever forlorn

The battle was over, my wounds were great
I lay there for days, but death never came
He granted me life, a fate worse than death,
A life full of shame, fear and regret

I would give you my all,
To see the black knight fall
Stripped of his glory and fame
Never to rise again

It haunts me still
I can still feel his breath,
Breathing down in my neck
He left his mark on my flesh
My honor was torn,
My glory forever forlorn

4. The Last Drops Of Our Pagan Blood

The last drops of our pagan blood
flowing through the gates of time
vultures circling, hounds at the door
no prayer left for the divine

Endtime dawning on our world
spirits fleeting in the storm
darkness imprisoning our mortal earth
what once had been now lies torn

The grasp around the ancient sword
loosening grip once more
lives lost to the ancient horde
we’ve reached the blackened shore

Never to see my homestead again
nor visit the lakes of my youth
my hopeful dreams lie ripped and torn
dying where once I proud stood

Beasts of burden weighing me down
when will my torment end
the loss of life yet to be mourned
from this madness I can not ascend

Embers burning in my eyes
stillborn my heart feels this night
counting seconds 'till the moment I die
no longer able to put up a fight

No prayer left for the divine
vultures, circling, hounds at the door
flowing through the gates of time
the last drops of our pagan blood...

5. Sharpen Thy Axes

Far beyond the mountains
lies a city, carved in stone.
It's walls hold a vengeful people,
banished long ago.

But time can not heal every wound,
this grudge won't fade away.
Hatred for the western lands,
(their blood we demand).
Centuries of desolation,
within these savage lands.
We'll bring their desecration
(they will suffer by our hands)) .

The time of revenge draws near.
We are banished (no more).
Sharpen thy axes, ready your swords,
march for glory, (prepare for war!!!

The time has come to leave our city behind,
where we were shackled for so long.
Where we bottled up our rage and fury.
Upon the heathens we will set them free.

Exile to the savage lands,
can tear one's soul apart.
Live and you'll become a man,
now go forth and take revenge.

The time of revenge draws near.
We are banished (no more).
Sharpen thy axes, ready your swords,
march for glory, (prepare for war)!!!

Bonded by our oaths of blood,
by our paints of war.
Let the war drums take control,
(The western lands must fall).

6. Under Siege

Sound the call to arms
The savages are at our walls
May your blades strike true
The castle must not fall

Not much is needed to defend your own,
A sword, a shield, and some bloody backbone
Times like these seperate the boys from the men
Try not to die if you can
In our hands lies our nation's honour
Our way of the sword is tested
Stand proud with bravery
only part with your life when your foes lie bested

WALLS, TORN, ASUNDER,
KING-DOM, UNDER,
UNDER SIEGE

Leave the battlements,
They have broken through the gate
We have brought this upon ourselves
our ways have sealed our fate.

Show them the meaning of a painful death
Show them annihilation
Our city lies in flames, yet all that remains
our soldiers elite
In our hands lies our nation's honour
Our way of the sword is tested
Stand proud with bravery
only part with your life when your foes lie bested

WALLS, TORN, ASUNDER,
KING-DOM, UNDER,
UNDER SIEGE

7. March To The Grave

As the dust fades away,
Revealed are those, all lead astray
Slaughtered in a battle
For some monarchs pride.

All these men, they were all blind.
For war they left their homes behind.
A warriors kin thought him strong and brave,
But they knew he would end up dead in a shallow grave

Kings, they wage these senseless wars,
But commoners, they wear the scars.
Steep is the price of victory,
But the kings are not the one to pay this fee.

What are the spoils of the soldiers greed.
A shade, the faintest of memories.
Forgotten by their loved ones,
Lost in the sands of time.

The children grew up without a father as guide,
And in time they raised a kin in kind.
But the call to arms sounds again,
Now it’s their turn to die in vain.

Kings, they wage these senseless wars,
But commoners, they wear the scars.
Steep is the price of victory,
But the kings are not the one to pay this fee.







AMORGEN LYRICS