STORMWARRIOR LYRICS

1. ...Og Hammeren Hæves Til Slag...

[Instrumental]

2. Heathen Warrior

Oh splenderous lande of thundere, where elder wordes outliv'd the times
And northern wyndes still raise, this aulde pagan hearte of mine

So afar from home, I've sail'd acrosse all seven seas
Many a battle was won, many a foe's last breathe I've seen
But here's the place where once this northern son was borne
And here's the place where (oh) this hearte of pagan line belonges

I will fighte, I'm a Heathen Warrior
Noble fame on my minde
Hail me nowe, I'm a Heathen Warrior
Avow'd to leade an epic life
I'm a Heathen Warrior

Oh many suns did passe since I had left aulde Asa lande
Forefathers' waye, nowe outlaw'd by foreigne hands
And I heare the blathering of "There is but one god ..."
But nevere was I borne to kneele before a strange foreigne crosse

I will fighte, I'm a Heathen Warrior
Noble prowesse on my minde
Hail me nowe, I'm a Heathen Warrior
Avow'd to leade an epic life

Be thou hail'd, Heathen Warrior
Noble prowesse on thy minde
Unconquer'd swordsman, Northern Warrior
Bold and brave be thy fighte

Hail me nowe, I'm a Heathen Warrior
Pagan glory I shall strive
Thou art not conquer'd as longe as thy hearte is free
Bolde and brave be my fighte
I'm a Heathen Warrior

3. The Ride Of Asgård

A colde sable midwinter's nighte
In the wake of the storme
Loweringe clouds, a darksome skye
Fiercest wyndes, thundere roars
The huntinge wolves, an eerie sounde
Oh the doom's drawing nearer
A deafening blare, sinister row
Baneful signes, awe and feare

Oh see them ride, crossinge the skies
Asgard's warriors are raisinge a storme tonighte
Oh, heare afar, howlinge in the darke
The Ride of Asgard is preyinge througheoute the nighte

The Wilde Host is passing by
Arm'd and wroth be the horde
Undeade men, wolfe-warriors
One-ey'd olde Man to the fore
Some were burnt, some beheaded
Some still are spear'd by the sworde
Lo, beware, yielde their pathe
Avoide their sighte or be wolf'd by their coarse

Oh see them ride, crossinge the skies
Asgard's warriors are raisinge a storme tonighte
Oh, heare afar, howlinge in the darke
The Ride of Asgard is preyinge througheoute the nighte

Oh see them ride, crossinge the skies
Asgard's warriors are raisinge a storme tonighte
Oh, heare afar, howlinge in the darke
The Ride of Asgard is preyinge througheoute the nighte

4. Heirs To The Fighte

They foughte as warriors, glory cover'd men
Age of the epic wars, here the tales begin...

Bloode cover'd northerne grounde when trusted gods were bann'd
Unsheath'd, the pagan sworde, freedom to defende
The sounde of proven steele, still carried by the wynde
Free men, free warriors, forearm'd for lande and kin

Thundere roars on highe, feede the eagles in the skye
We are northern warriors - Heirs to the fighte
Battle-wyndes anighte, oh father with one eye
We are northern warriors - Heirs to the fighte

Oh up highe the ravens flye, still gatheringe their lore
And stille northerne wyndes are breathinge tales of times longe gone
Swordsmen, the braven ones, with passion in their heartes
Deeds of heroic kinde in times so wilde and darke

Thundere roars on highe, feede the eagles in the skye
We are northern warriors - Heirs to the fighte
Battle-wyndes anighte, oh father with one eye
We are northern warriors - Heirs to the fighte

And thus I caste the runes and see what is foretolde
Oh heare their whisper'd sounde, their powere to unfolde...

Thundere roars on highe, feede the eagles in the skye
We are northern warriors - Heirs to the fighte
Battle-wyndes anighte, oh father with one eye
We are northern warriors - Heirs to the fighte

Thundere roars on highe...feede the eagles in the skye...
Battle-wyndes anighte...oh father withe one eye...
Heare the ancient battle-cry...

5. Bloode To Bloode

It's the age of the elders, oh the Olde Master's time
When deepe covert sageness, indwell'd in our signes
Olde wordes bounde to wisdome, oh so privy and grande
Solemnly spoken, revealinge their strength, (oh oh oh)

Now Baldr and Oden, The Bold and The Wise
In the depths of the woodlande, on their horses they ride
Baldr's foal on the grounde, oh a foote hath been sprain'd
And The Olde Wisdome's Man intones the olde phrase...

...och Oden viskar besvarjande...

"Bone to bone, bloode to bloode, joint to joint - So may they be glued"
Bone to bone, bloode to bloode, - One-Eyed-Father, thy ken may come true

"I recalle the runes upon my own inwarde eye
Those that once I descried, the life-givinge signes
I enter the secret realmes and I gaine the poweres to heale
And thus I now whisper their names and their magick reveals" (oh oh oh)

...och Oden viskar besvarjande...

"Bone to bone, bloode to bloode, joint to joint - So may they be glued"
Bone to bone, bloode to bloode, - One-Eyed-Father, thy ken may come true

"Bone to bone, bloode to bloode, (joint to joint)... so may they be glued..."
"Like bone-sprain, so bloode-sprain, (so joint-sprain)..."
"Bone to bone and bloode to bloode..."

"Bone to bone, bloode to bloode, joint to joint - So may they be glued"
Bone to bone, bloode to bloode, - One-Eyed-Father, thy ken may come true

Bone to bone (bloode to bloode)
Joint to joint (bloode to bloode)
Bone to bone... bloode to bloode

6. Fyre & Ice

Ride on oute, rally the fore
Grante us strengthe and vigoure to protecte our native shores
Fireborne, like the stars, the moone and sun
Give us thy endurance, spare my brethren from the crosse

As sworn brothers we strike, to die in his name is to live againe
Hel Blinder - Oh guide us with your mighte of...

Fyre & Ice - The charge of battle-dealers
Bloode red skies - We honoure the Slain-Receiver
Fyre & Ice - The calle of Olde Believers
Let arrows fly - The fighte of deathe or glory in Fyre & Ice

Oh like a thunderbolte oute of the yawninge voide
We defy the frozen wasteland to defende our heathen soule
Stormy shieldes, oh never yielde
Ride downe the enemy, run them backe into the sea

As sworn brothers we strike, to die in his name is to live againe
Hel Blinder - Oh guide us with your mighte of...

Fyre & Ice - The charge of battle-dealers
Bloode red skies - We honoure the Slain-Receiver
Fyre & Ice - The calle of Olde Believers
Let arrows fly - The fighte of deathe or glory in Fyre & Ice

As sworn brothers oh we strike againe
Hel Blinder - Oh guide us with your mighte of...

Fyre & Ice - The charge of battle-dealers
Bloode red skies - We honoure the Slain-Receiver
Fyre & Ice - The calle of Olde Believers
Let arrows fly - The fighte of deathe or glory in Fyre & Ice

7. The Returne

Heede the chante of the foreste, I feele his breathe in the wistful wynde
"Threefolde-three nights on the tree...", I seek his gaze in the well of Wyrd

Don't query the signes, don't question thy sanity
But knowe what thou wielde, compassion or steele, you'll threefolde receive...

We will returne to the culte of the Anciente One
We have awaken the Lorde of the Slaine
We will returne to the culte of the One-ey'd One
And our queste hath only just begun... We will returne

They tamper'd with places of powere, Usurper's shrine in our sacred hills
Unbroken we stande like the will of the lande, oh beware thy reckoninge...

Oh followe the trothe, the weave of our destiny
But knowe what thou wielde, compassion or steele, you'll threefolde recieve...

We will returne to the culte of the Anciente One
We have awaken the Lorde of the Slaine
There will be a seconde cominge of the elder waye
And our queste hath only just begun... We will returne

"Once more we shalle awaken his voice
And knowe it more truly than e'er before
Conqure the worlde from inside thyselfe
And his whisper becometh a thunderinge roar"
Threefolde-three worldes of the tree
Three for the Norns weavinge thy Wyrd
Threefold-three nights on the tree
Knowe what thou wielde, you threefolde receive...

We will returne to the culte of the Anciente One
We have awaken the Lorde of the Slaine
We will returne to the culte of the One-ey'd One
And our queste hath only just begun... We will returne

8. Wolven Nights

Twelven are the nights atween the years and tymes
When memories awake and the wyndes blowe oh so highe
The Wilde Hunte, a giante horde, prowlinge throughe the darke
The Wilde Hunte, a raginge storme, and no one oute there evades the din from afar

Wolven Nights
The Norns will foreknowe thy fate
Wolven Nights
Followe the trace of the elder waye

Phantoms of the past oh will waite for ye at laste
To settle olden score (olden score) from the dayes so longe afore
Oh the unseen, thy destiny, callinge from beyonde
Oh thy hidden dreames, the prophecy, divine visions, forecaste what is to come

Wolven Nights
The Norns will foreknowe thy fate
Wolven Nights
Followe the trace of the elder waye
Avowels of vengeance
The spirits arise from the ancient tymes
The arrival of fortune
Heare Oden's call in the Wolven Nights...

Wolven Nights
The Norns will foreknowe thy fate
Wolven Nights
Followe the trace of the elder waye
Avowels of vengeance
The spirits arise from the ancient tymes
The arrival of fortune
Heare Oden's call in the Wolven Nights...

9. Ravenhearte

Borne and rais'd in the realme of the hammer
Pagan heartes, poundinge harder than e'er before

Flee from the treacherous signe of the crosse
To fynde the pathe of glory
Where the elders have walk'd upon...

Ravenhearte - One ey'd god watche o'er me
Leade me, thy son and guide me on my waye
Ravenhearte - Hail me, I'm the chosen one
Woe to ye, my foes, and weale to ye who owne
A Ravenhearte

The northwynde was leadinge me
The elder wisdome to see
Greate voices of war tooke holde of me
And the gods were summoninge me

Free'd from the false-hearted claws of the crosse
I seeke the pathe of glory
Where the elders were stridinge upon...

Ravenhearte - One ey'd god watche o'er me
Leade me, thy son and guide me on my waye
Ravenhearte - Hail me, I'm the chosen one
Woe to ye, my foes, and weale to ye who owne
A Ravenhearte

Ravenhearte - One ey'd god watche o'er me
Leade me, thy son and guide me on my waye
Ravenhearte - Hail me, I'm the chosen one
Woe to ye, my foes, and weale to ye who owne
A Ravenhearte

10. The Valkyries Call

See! Warpe is strecht'd for warriors' fall
Lo! Weft in loome, 'tis wet with bloode
Withe entrails of men and heads of the slaine
On blood-sodden spears they are weavinge the fraye

Heare ... The Valkyries' Call, for warriors' fall
Oh the Maidens warp'd their woofe
Heare the chant of yore, the Valkyries' Call, the Swayers of war
Oh the Maidens spell'd their doome on the christen'd one

Bloodstain'd swordes, Lo! How spearheads flashe
Shafte will breake and shields will crashe
One gore of bloode on the fielde dyed red
As the weavinge thrives the king's bloode be shed

Heare ... The Valkyries' Call, for warriors' fall
Oh the Maidens warp'd their woofe
Heare the chant of yore, the Valkyries' Call, the Swayers of war
Oh the Maidens spell'd their doome on the christen'd one

And thus they winde their warwinninge woofe
And the christend'd kinge, to deathe now foredoom'd
Forthe they will ride, rushinge throughe the ranks
They spare not one life, stouthearted they'll stande

Heare ... The Valkyries' Call, for warriors' fall
Oh the Maidens warp'd their woofe
Heare the chant of yore, the Valkyries' Call, the Swayers of war
Oh the Maidens spell'd their doome on the christen'd one

The Valkyries call ...

11. And Northern Steele Remaineth

Thunderinge hooves
Carry me to my destiny
Vultures of carrion (summon me)
Summon me to the battlefielde

Bones in the hills
The valley echoes my battle cry
I savour my fury (withe the mighte)
Withe the mighte of Habrok I'm soaringe highe

Tyr marks my spear, like Gungnir I sweare
My wrathe shalle fly true

We were torn and bereav'd, outlaw'd and renegaded
But the lande has stay'd untam'd
And the northern steele remaineth...

Hous'd in the runes
Fiery wyndes of my heritage
Oh wisdome of ages
Hallowe and holde this holy-stead

We've been hunted and scatter'd
Now stormes are foreboding an age of deluge
The elder faithe was unshatter'd, my wrath shall fly true

We were torn and bereav'd, outlaw'd and renegaded
But the lande has stay'd untam'd
And the northern steele remaineth...

We were torn and bereav'd, outlaw'd and renegaded
But the lande has stay'd untam'd
The hills still calle oute my name
And the northern steele remaineth...







STORMWARRIOR LYRICS