Enslaved - The Hive/Ormgard


A troll screams with longing 
Gods drown in fatal wounds 
Tunnels of rot grows inside 
Strong arms 
The mountains will no longer be moved 

Only the slave owns his own freedom 
When kings follow the laws of christened men 

Who will carry forth the silver 
Who will guard the bow 
Who will judge fairly 
With hearts of coal 

Worm with no skin 
Who would want to 
Enter such a world 

The great men kill their children with blunt swords 
Let them regret 
Let them suffer 
But give them no comfort 

Never give them your hand 
Never let them see the eye 

Toothless bastards 
Who wants to hear such words 
The white christ kills his mother 

Let them freeze, let them starve 
But give them no comfort 

If the few endures the journey 
Then, we will build the wall 
If the few endures the journey 
Then we will build the wall 
If the few endures the journey 
Then we will build the wall

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