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...
Herdeiros do Fighte
Eles foughte como guerreiros, glória cover'd homens
Idade das guerras épicas, aqui os contos começam ...
Bloode cover'd grounde Northerne quando deuses confiáveis foram bann'd
Unsheath'd, o sworde pagã, a liberdade de Defende
O sounde de Steele comprovada, ainda carregava pelo wynde
Os homens livres, guerreiros livres, forearm'd para lande e parentes
Thundere ruge em highe, feede as águias no Skye
Nós somos guerreiros do norte - herdeiros do fighte
Batalha-wyndes anighte, oh pai com um olho
Nós somos guerreiros do norte - herdeiros do fighte
Oh up highe o flye corvos, ainda gatheringe sua lore
E wyndes Northerne Stille são contos breathinge de vezes longe gone
Espadachins, os Braven, com paixão em seus heartes
Façanhas de kinde heróica em tempos tão Wilde e darke
Thundere ruge em highe, feede as águias no Skye
Nós somos guerreiros do norte - herdeiros do fighte
Batalha-wyndes anighte, oh pai com um olho
Nós somos guerreiros do norte - herdeiros do fighte
E, assim, um sistema de castas as runas e ver o que é foretolde
Oh heare sua sounde sussurraram, sua powere para unfolde ...
Thundere ruge em highe, feede as águias no Skye
Nós somos guerreiros do norte - herdeiros do fighte
Batalha-wyndes anighte, oh pai com um olho
Nós somos guerreiros do norte - herdeiros do fighte
Thundere ruge em altos padrões de ... feede as águias no Skye ...
Battle-wyndes anighte ... oh withe pai um olho ...
Heare o antigo grito de guerra ...