HAMMER HORDE LYRICS

1. Infinite War Thirst

Waves of death crushing, a sea of helm and shield
Lightning steel flashing bright, gutted by thrusting spear
Battle hooves blast the ground, grinding fallen flesh
In a choking mist, friend and foe shall bleed
Entwined in chaos, gore of mass fatality

As the field absorbs their drained vitality,
The storm of war is raging as far as my eyes can see
Dripping with disgust, soaked in crimson rain
Churning in torrential execution and pain

Sound the thunder charge and trample enemies
Walls of men colliding, with burning brutality
Waves of death crushing, a sea of helm and shield
Lightning steel flashing bright, gutted by thrusting spear
Battle hooves blast the ground, grinding fallen flesh
In a choking mist, friend and foe shall bleed
Entwined in chaos, gore of mass fatality

Infinite war! infinite war thirst!

Scattered across the ground, a vision of grim defeat
Shattered frames of heroes, as far as my eyes can see
Many moments passed, only the strong remain
Exhausted, terrified, demoralized and maimed

Wounded screaming, death will find them
Corpses rotting in the blood where others die

War thirst! into the slaughter, death has come
Bastards have fallen, one by one

War thirst! into the slaughter, death has come
Bastards have fallen, one by one

War thirst! into the slaughter, death has come
Bastards have fallen, one by one

The courageous who fought were all for naught
Ripping and cutting, trampled to death

Sound the thunder charge and trample enemies
Walls of men colliding, with burning brutality
Waves of death crushing, a sea of helm and shield
Lightning steel flashing bright, gutted by thrusting spear
Battle hooves blast the ground, grinding fallen flesh
In a choking mist, friend and foe shall bleed
Entwined in chaos, gore of mass fatality.

2. Vinlander

Light rays of the foreign sun now warm my tired face,
in the vastness of this calm and wild place.
Dragonheads ashore, onward to the newfound world.
My men and I now feast our eyes on land of endless trees,
a rewarding sight for braving months at sea.
Chaos forming, thunder storming, wind and waves crashing.
Many a sturn and sun cross the horizon.
Camps are raised and fires blaze, exploring western plains.
Many a star and sun crossed the horizon.

Deep in wilderness, under share of canopy
Set out to explore and map our destiny.
Out of the brush he came, a boy with crimson skin
and with hungry eyes the warriors welcomed him.
Dragonheads ashore, onward t the newfound world.

Laughter sounding everywhere, the night was cold and clear.
Soon the boy was lost in endless horns of mead.
Ravens watching in the dark, as embers start to fade.
To the gods, a sacrifice is made.

Wrath of Odin, crushing rope, they raised him by his throat
and by the morning sun, for our lives they'll come
Hanging lifeless in the darkness of the cold forest.
And by the morning sun, for our lives they'll come.

Vinlander, you did not sail to die, but death you'll find. Lost beyond seas.
Vinlander, on your voyage wide in endless time. Smashed by savagery.

Lives are cut short but our pride is not for the taking!
Death we shall greet. To my kin, I bid thee farewell.

Vinlander, you did not sail to die, but death you'll find. Lost beyond seas.
Vinlander, on your voyage wide in endless time. Smashed by savagery.

3. Hero's Heart

Far beyond the trees I can see only wretched fools destiny.
The elder ways are gone from their blood, forgotten.
And in my dreams I die with my weapon drawn,
To slay beside my brothers where I belong.
As our weapons splatter worthless blood.

In bitterness alone, I grow old atop this hill of stone.
The triumphs of my kind will live on when I'm gone.
In my dreams, I die with my weapons drawn.
To leave this world by the ways that I uphold,
And ascend to halls of pure gold.

Bravest of slaves and the great Pagan lords,
I will raise my sword to the proud and pure.
Bravest of slaves and the great Pagan lords,
I will raise my sword to the proud and pure.

Warriors!

With my bloody wounds and foolish heart
By slaughter-wolves, they're torn apart.
The butchering, unworthy kind.
Peace to the storm in my mind.
From the hill, beyond the trees, came a man of victory.
His eyes were old, he raised his sword.
Bravery in eyes of the bold.

And on this day, he dies with his weapons drawn,
Granting glory to his old hero's heart!

Bravest of slaves and the great Pagan lords,
I will raise my sword to the proud and pure.
Bravest of slaves and the great Pagan lords,
I will raise my sword to the proud and pure.

4. Oathkeeper

Dark shadows of perils in a land without thrond,
Choking under current where wicked waves churn.
Oh, cruelty of fate, when will he return? Guardians of kin,
Thy treacherous seed. Traitors in absence of glory!

Campaign to fight in the mightiest war. Surely he died,
Despite prophecy and lore. Riches to steal, ours to explore.

Slaves to our own, tortured and killed. Why do we live to
See evil fulfilled? Oh, what do I see on the ridge line above? As he
Arrived on champion steed, restoring our passage to glory!

He is Oathkeeper, slayer of shame. Ending an era of pain.
Killer of fear, triumphant one, wielder of the ancient law.
Wielder of ancient law.

Charging white riders smash dogs of deceit, splashing
With carnage under blades where they meet.
Dispatching our foe with a furious call.
With God-like fury, killing them all.
Majestic sight of "Sword-bearing sage"
A birth of new hope, the end of an age.
From this day forth, all minstrels shall sing.
"This is the saga of warrior-king!"

[Solo: Mininger]

Hailing from Northlands of majesty,
Praised and revered is our warrior-king.
Submerged in the darkness of treachery.
Such was the past, now by glory we're free.

"I release you from the jaws of pain,
No longer will you feel the bite of agony.
Their lives have been cast into Hel by my royal blade.
The honor of this land is restored by the oath I have kept."

He is Oathkeeper, slayer of shame, ending an era of pain. Killer of fear, triumphant one, wielder of the ancient law. Wielder of ancient law.

5. Hymn Of The Fjords

[Instrumental]

6. Riders Of Annihilation

Haunting woods and misty fields, slaughtering shadows fly.
From a forest shroud, stalking prey. No witnesses to testify.
Tales of ghastly warriors devouring men alive.
With ferocity, now spreading fear across this barren countryside.
Visions of coming war! Hunters of weak and of strong!
Feral beasts and champions in raging flight, they're side by side.
Hunting you and everything alive.

Deep within the forest path or in the silent fields.
When you see them you will try to turn and run.
You're too terrified to scream or move,
they smell fear in your blood. They are riders of annihilation.
Faced with your mortality in sight of imminent death.
The raging force will take away your breath.
You're too terrified to scream or move,
they smell fear in your blood. The mystic power of the Wild Hunt.

The huntsmen ride on blackened steed to whisk away our lives.
They are charging in a massive wave
above the fields in smokey skies.
Bearers of catastrophe and heralds of dark times.
Best to not step in their path, and when they come divert your eyes.
Visions of coming war! Hunters of weak and of strong!
Feral beasts and champions in raging flight, they're side by side.
Hunting you and everything alive.

From a realm of mystic power, thousands ride, the hunt is on.
Death to fearful and brave beholder. Consumed by raging horde!

Beside the hunting hounds that cry, swiftly they fly,
silent they come. Riders of annihilation.
Even if you run and hide you will never
escape the hunt. Riders of annihilation.

Deep within the forest path or in the silent fields.
When you see them you will try to turn and run.
You're too terrified to scream or move,
they smell fear in your blood. They are riders of annihilation.
Faced with your mortality in sight of imminent death.
The raging force will take away your breath.
You're too terrified to scream or move,
they smell fear in your blood. The mystic power of the Wild Hunt.

7. Archaic Offerings

Power of the falls, silence of the stream.
Fierce and calm in harmony.
In the balance of all things, I recieve an
Offering. In the forest hall, whisper of th
Leaves. Peace of mind comes over me.
Dwelling with the spirits in the
Kingdom of eternal green.

From mountains high, may the healing waters
Flow to the waiting veins of life below.
Climbing from the valley of creation,
In secret solitude they grow.

Altering design, in the woodland keep.
Weaver of the winds, in which I breathe.
Origin of life, cradle of divinity.
Birth of season, cycle of the globe.
Final trace of melting snow.
Retreat of winter, energy of light bestowed.

Reviving the way in natures domain.
Reflecting the light of wisdom.
Insightful men shall comprehend.
The balance of wilderness kingdom.

From wolves of forest to ravens of sky, each
Bird, beast and man under Sol's warming light.
What bounty before you be not 'less they died.
Returneth to soil, bring forth new life.

Follow signs as wisdom shines
On caverns in your mind
Magnificent gift of endless power.
Freedom calls from the wild and raw,
As Winter turns to Spring.
Will you accept archaic offerings?

From wolves of forest to ravens of sky, each
Bird, beast and man under Sol's warming light.
What bounty before you be not 'less they died.
Returneth to soil, bring forth new life.

8. Led By The Ancient Light

Eyes of the moon, show me my father's doom.
Reveal his resting place, send me your ancient grace.

"Far and wide, past Northern sky, the tired sword from
My hand has fallen. I have gone on a journey long to battle as my father before me."

Palest lord, bearing witness to a tragic sight.
Lunar glow, bathing his corpse in an ancient light.
Wisdom and peace please come to my side
My sorrow has pushed me to my knees.
Breathless, I writhe under rising tide
As the pain cuts through me like the coldest breeze.

Led by ancient light

Finding no answers in the coldness outside
Under the glow of the great lunar eye.
"I do not care if I live or I die"
Surrounded by grief in the silence of night.

Find the strength of warrior-kind, your destiny
Is waiting. A voice had spoken through the misty
Breeze, telling a tale from across the sea. Granting
Stillness to my misery.

Time has come and time will tell
The price of my destiny.

I understand the deeds of his hand.
The courage of man, the pride of the land.
Far we will go with the risks proud men take.
I will stand, I will sail, I will kill and enslave!

Ancient might!

My time has come to face the waves
I will unleash my rage upon waiting foe.
Pride, power and prosperity:
These will be my weapons of domination!

9. Midgårdian Revelry

Celebration of our breed will fill this hall of might
Friends and kin from all around converge upon this night
The chieftain stands and we raise our tankards high
In honor of our brothers, let's drink to hours absurd,
'Cause the mead of Valhall awaits true warriors of this world!

"Raise your pints to the hordes of Valhalla!"

From belly of the Heidrún to the belly of the men.
Adorned in golden spirits where the mightiest are sent.
The hall of great heroes, so glorious to see.
But the greatest of all pleasures: perfect tasting mead!

Sounds of merriment are roaring like a fire
The old man beside me is grinning ear to ear
Because busty maids approach us, bearing full pitchers of beer
He puts his arm around me and we laugh hearty and loud
Mugs collide in revelry. Oh, what a glorious time.
The joy of celebration bonds the union of our kind!

"Raise your pints to the hordes of Valhalla!"

From belly of the Heidrún to the belly of the men.
Adorned by golden spirits where the mightiest are sent.
The hall of great heroes, so glorious to see.
But the greatest of all pleasures: perfect tasting mead!

Splashing 'round our feet are the pools of mead and beer.
Soaking in the spirit of the mood we laugh and cheer.
Tonight, like mighty Odin, we gain nourishment from wine.
In the midst of ale and women there's no consciousness of time.

Hail this night!

With pride of many centuries, our sounding voices roar.
The wind and snow are whipping with the cold outside the door.
Drinking 'till there is no more, the purest of our breed.
Midgårdian revelry!

Hail!

Tonight we left our worries at the door.
Our bellies full of food and drink, we're warm with pagan pride.
Many songs and many hails for brothers that have died.
Fellowship from clan to clan without a single fight.
In envy of our brothers, we drank to hours absurd,
'Cause the mead of Valhall awaits true warriors of this world!

Among the many fast asleep, the old man's on the floor.
We thought his night was over but he's raised his cup for more.
We laugh and shout in victory, a testament of might.
Clans had come from all around to share in song and mead.
Not a single drop remains, all our cups are clean.
'Twas the greatest gathering this hall has ever seen!

Hail this night!

With pride of many centuries our sounding voices roar.
The wind and snow are whipping with the cold outside the door.
Drinking 'till there is no more, the purest of our breed.
Midgårdian revelry!

10. Hoddmímir's Holt

[Instrumental]

11. The Curse Of Andvari

Strongest and the eldest son of the Dwarven throne
Guardian of your father's glittering home.
The Gods have killed Ótr,
Bind them so they cannot leave.

Sent by the mighty Hreidmar, Loki quests to find the one
Who could provide compensation for the murder of a son.
To free the Gods from bondafe and the blood fued it could bring --
Exploitation of Andvari and the curse of his magical ring.

The Curse of Andvari

Returning with gold that they sought after,
The cursed sons have killed their royal father.
Oh, foolish regin, this ne found wealth is mine.

Taking Ótr's wergild to possess it as his own,
He ran deep into the forest to indulge in greed alone.
Spreading breath of poison so that no one could go near.
Twisted by Andvari's Curse, behold the terror, Dragon Fafnir.

Ill-tempered, my brother. I will return for revenge
Rise Sigurd!

Foster-son Sigurd, with Gram by your side, you're a hero to all.
Time you must bide, in trenches deep.
Strike pounding thunder, Fafnir must die! Sigurd!

Stabbing pain from trenches deep, into the ground the dragon bleeds.
Stabbing pain from trenches deep, into the ground the dragon bleeds.
Whispered words of treachery, sent to kill for Dwarven greed.

Fates will claim eternally, the poison-breath of endless greed.
Dragons band, this nightmare killed by tempered blade of Sigurd's steel.







HAMMER HORDE LYRICS