Besatt - Son of Pure Viking Blood


In the times of moral fall 
Times of mayhem, filth and false 
Your life was a battle-field 
A ship at the high seas 

Your words were not forgotten 
They still echo in my mind 
With the wave and hum of the sea 
With the lightning in the sky 

You were the son of pure Viking blood 
You were a warrior to you existence 

I still hear the hoofs of horses 
Crackling of fire, sound of horn 
I see the war and the swords of steel 
Christian blood upon my hands 

I hear flapping of the sails 
Smell the scent of the sea 
Feel the hail lashing my face 
I feel pride in my heart 

You were the son of pure Viking blood 
You were a warrior to you existence 

And the candles are still burning 
til memory smoulders in our hearts 
But your war is still around 
And your sword was taken up 

Live your life in Valhalla 
The way you always wanted but 
Until life in our hearts 
The memory of you still remains 

You were the son of pure Viking blood 
You were a warrior to you existence 
Now it is time to find your way home 
Among green forests and unbounded seas

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