Freezing our bones
The wind of death is in the air
A smell of blood and rotten flesh
It takes our courage - Stops our breath
But we won't surrender - It's our faith
That gives us power, might and hate
We'll fight the enemy from the north
Wielding the axe - Wielding the sword!
We'll fight - The hordes from the north
With pride - Till death at our shores
With the gods of war at our side
You b******s better run and hide!
We'll fight - The hordes from the north
With pride - Till death at our shores
With the gods of war at our side
You b******s better run and hide!
The wind of death is in the air
A smell of blood and rotten flesh
It takes our courage - Stops our breath
But we won't surrender - It's our faith
That gives us power, might and hate
We'll fight the enemy from the north
Wielding the axe - Wielding the sword!
We'll fight - The hordes from the north
With pride - Till death at our shores
With the gods of war at our side
You b******s better run and hide!
We'll fight - The hordes from the north
With pride - Till death at our shores
With the gods of war at our side
You b******s better run and hide!