Enslaved - Nidingaslakt


Horns are resounding, the winds are howling 
Drums are pounding, the winds are howling 
With spear and bow we go into battle 
We are making a stand, brothers in blood 
With hope for honour in the name of madness 
We will never be defeated, even if we fall 

We are not going to Folkvang, 
Into the arms of the Vanir Queen, 
We shall our fathers if we fall today 
We will not flee from our destiny, 
even though the winds aren't blowing our way 
Brothers, to Valfaders hall 

With spear raised in the name of Oden 
We shall raise mugs in the name of Oden 
Cowards shall fall at our feet 
They do not have to pray for sun filled days 
No one remembers a slave without a master 
Defeated they are when they fall 

We raise weapons for our faith 
We slaughter the fields for our faith 
We have no mercy for those 
Who turned their backs 
Those who attemmp to close the well 
Shall die 
Those who lied and betrayed shall die 
Give us strenght , give us courage 
We will prevail 
Brothers in blood

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