GRAVELAND LYRICS
album: "Thousand Swords" (1995)
1. Blood Of Christians On My Sword2. Thousand Swords
3. The Dark Battlefield
4. Born For War
5. To Die In Fight
1. Blood Of Christians On My Sword
The frost tries to reach us,
with its cruel cold hands
the cold witheness hurts our eyes
and we still march with wind in the face.
We follow the trace of blood in the snow
Yesterday we burnt two villages
We killed women and children
Heads out of the bodies of priests
We impaled on our wooden socle(?)...
The blood of hideous monk
is still getting blacker on my axe
Their temple burnt.
And we fed a fire with their corpses
My brothers are marching silently
The great frost turns the hearts to ice
The warm blood will bring the life back
to their bodies...
Another christian village is near...
those who escaped showed us the way...
by the blood from their wounds...
we must deal them a deathblow
before wolves get them
On the horizon behind us
The black smoke appears on the sky
On the hills, full of trees
Wolves observe us
They'll leave the hills and follow us
as soon as the day is over...
2. Thousand Swords
We attacked with thousand swords
Our banners were streaming under clouds
At the gates of christian capital
the wide river of blood was flowing
we attacked with hate in our eyes
Their request for mercy was nothing for us,
they had no respect for our ancestors
today is not a day for mercy.
We attacked and golden palaces collapsed.
Christ's elected ones paradise was burning
their golden bells were tolling the last hour
the last hour of christian rulers in pagan europe
We are just blessed soldiers
from the depths of unbaptized forests
barbarian in the wolfish skins
And we had pleasure to burn the vatican!
Gods returned and now they are with us
Spirit of war possessed our souls
Our swords want to fight with our moves
Its a great feeling to spill the blood in the basilica
Hers of ravens fly between the clouds
They'll come to the earth, when we go away
They'll eat food we prepared
They'll drink blood we have spilled
Epilogue : the vengeance will be cruel
blessed by gods and spirits
In self defence of fatherland
Vengeance done by our hands
bringing cruel death for enemies.
3. The Dark Battlefield
Raptured with murder
thirsty for blood
I walk between the corpses of my enemies
My shield beats back the strikes
My sword crushes the heads
blood covers my face.
My scream reaches the sky
Our horde attacked from the hills
In the fog of dust and smoke,
enemy strewed us with arrows
few brave warriors died
the axes were shining horrible
Crossing with the swords
the warriors without shields
Had to die hopelessly
the dying men were screaming around
trampled by the fighting hordes
it was enough for me.
I was loosing my mind
But i still was killing...
The night came soon...
I heard a horrifying sound of horns
Our horsemanship will attack soon
We must leave the battlefield fast
Heil moor asferoon...
In the name of the moon
Under the heavy hooves
those who were too
strong for us will die...
4. Born For War
I was a child
when they took me away from my family
I remember long and frosty winter
and people looking hopelessly for food
from this ancient time
our cruel lord ordered us
to look as dogs eat christian children
we were standing together and
cold wind was freezing our faces
our blood was hot
we learned to worship death
we were the children of his favourite herd
future warriors, future wolves
our cruel lord ordered us to drink human blood
ordered us to eat human flesh
I got my first sword
I couldnt take it up easy
But i had to take it up
because I would be meat for dogs
I know the true code of life
spartan way of life, and draconian laws
I've grown as a warrior
close to nature, close to roots
now i'm the cruel
the last of the cruel lords herd
When i was a child, i knew the cruelty
I learned to hate everything I loved.
5. To Die In Fight
Cruel coldness turns my heart to ice
heavy snowy clouds,
covered the nightly sky
Snow is falling, wind is blowing
and its cold.
Blood in my veins got stopped,
woulded i await my last hour
hen the snow covers my body
when the icy ship takes me
to the land of the gods.
A dream makes union with reality
cold snow hurts my eyes
The forest is far from here
and my horse is dead
I lost my last battle
victory was so near....
in the snowy bed
I found my peace
Now I'm waiting for drackar
Gods promised me
it will come soon
Blood in my veins got stopped,
woulded i await my last hour
hen the snow covers my body
when the icy ship takes me
to the land of the gods.
A dream makes union with reality
cold snow hurts my eyes
The forest is far from here
and my horse is dead
I lost my last battle
victory was so near....
in the snowy bed
I found my peace
Now I'm waiting for drackar
Gods promised me
it will come soon
Darken's speech in the liner notes..
"I am Darken, black druid of darkness and warrior of the new aeon... I
surround myself by blackness, because I wage war in the name of my land...in
the name of my gods...war with christianity, war with false good and mercy
which came from the foreign land and conquered our country. They were all
talking about love, pardon, they were lying! They called our gods devils!
they burnt the woods...they burnt our temples. They brought manslaughter and
plague in the name of what? In the name of god, who was a man!
All my brothers and sisters, sages and kings died defending their fatherland
and its true gods. Christianity burnt our temples and replaced them with
their miserable cowsheds! possessed christians baptized our lands, forests,
rivers and people!
They banished the spirits of our fatherland, who lived here from the
beginning!!! They opened our land for foreigners who mixed blood!
My hate and belief gives me the power...gods stand on my side, because I
believe in the spirits of my ancestors,...blackness is the only colour of my
garments, because I made the alliance with darkness for this war. I hate, and
hate gives me the power... Once upon a time, I was dreaming about thousand
swords....fire reached the sky, and black smoke covered the sun...I wanted to
rink some water from the river, but there was only blood in the river! The
earth trembled, far from me kettle drums and war horns resounded...
One sword to behead the white ruler sitting on the white throne in the vatican.
One sword for the ruler who will come and unite us under the sign of the cross
with broken arms. Eleven swords to behead eleven lords and rulers of the land
united under the blue banner. One sword to revenge my brothers, who died from
the hands of the christian hangmen. Hundred swords to defend our southern
boundaries against black plague and half moon. One sword for me to let me
bravely defend my stronghold, and may I call this sword, "desaster of
christians" soon.
"I am Darken, black druid of darkness and warrior of the new aeon... I
surround myself by blackness, because I wage war in the name of my land...in
the name of my gods...war with christianity, war with false good and mercy
which came from the foreign land and conquered our country. They were all
talking about love, pardon, they were lying! They called our gods devils!
they burnt the woods...they burnt our temples. They brought manslaughter and
plague in the name of what? In the name of god, who was a man!
All my brothers and sisters, sages and kings died defending their fatherland
and its true gods. Christianity burnt our temples and replaced them with
their miserable cowsheds! possessed christians baptized our lands, forests,
rivers and people!
They banished the spirits of our fatherland, who lived here from the
beginning!!! They opened our land for foreigners who mixed blood!
My hate and belief gives me the power...gods stand on my side, because I
believe in the spirits of my ancestors,...blackness is the only colour of my
garments, because I made the alliance with darkness for this war. I hate, and
hate gives me the power... Once upon a time, I was dreaming about thousand
swords....fire reached the sky, and black smoke covered the sun...I wanted to
rink some water from the river, but there was only blood in the river! The
earth trembled, far from me kettle drums and war horns resounded...
One sword to behead the white ruler sitting on the white throne in the vatican.
One sword for the ruler who will come and unite us under the sign of the cross
with broken arms. Eleven swords to behead eleven lords and rulers of the land
united under the blue banner. One sword to revenge my brothers, who died from
the hands of the christian hangmen. Hundred swords to defend our southern
boundaries against black plague and half moon. One sword for me to let me
bravely defend my stronghold, and may I call this sword, "desaster of
christians" soon.
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