- As The Wind Change Direction
Whirtwinds and fire, nature uncontained,
An old god awoken in the blood of the brave.
The vision of a door once thought to be shut.
The soul that once was stolen now awoken in my blood.
The vision of a door once thought to be shut...
Just like darkness their kingdom falls.
Like a nation screaming, freedom calls.
- Blood Red Eagle
Heathen justice for a murderer
Whose victum cursed thee
Behold the sons of Lodbrok
Answer their father's dying plea's
Cursed be a man
Who takes mighty heathen life
Upon pagan redemption
You forfeit your life
- Burning Down the Churches
The end is coming, on this you were right. You'll answer to Odin upon turning tides. Reclaim holy lands, yea heathens arise. Burning down the churches! Fanning the flames of church in decline. Burning down the churches!
You forced down my throat now I spit in your face - Burning down the churches! You can't have forever the kingdom in chains - Burning down the churches!
Son of Norden live forever. Thunder is rolling as we stand together. Flush out the rats, the traitors who lied. Burning down the churches! An end to their means, the system must die. Burning down the churches!
You forced down my throat now I spit in your face - Burning down the churches! You can't have forever the kingdom in chains - Burning down the churches!
- Descending
Standing at the edge of fire, they lower you to the ground. Inside your soul is screaming, but you can't hear a sound. Descending I can see you for I too am in decline. The difference is I realize and struggle to be found.
From Ash we would arise, to fade and slowly die. Unto the cradle of life, I watch my kinsman die. As sun doth leave the sky, we descend benign. All I ask is mine, to keep our soul alive.
Darkness fills my heart and tears within my soul. My fears come to realize we're standing at the door. Each day I see this clearer as we run out of time. But you just stood there blankly as we descend benign.
From Ash we would arise, to fade and slowly die. Unto the cradle of life, I watch my kinsman die. As sun doth leave the sky, we descend benign. All I ask is mine, to keep our soul alive.
- Protest
They came and grouped together and said they stood for the common man
Underneath their red flag they made clear all their plans
They're marching in your parliament; they're marching in your town
Pacifism is all they bring; they'll tear all you cherish down
When our enemy comes, where will you be?
When they stab you in the back will peace still be free?
I don't have all the answers, I don't have a master plan
- Viking Power Rock and Roll
Viking Power Rock and Roll
I hear my people call me from across the sea
They say we are the true sons of victory
We don! t care what you call us, we will carry on
If we get knocked down we will come back stronger
We follow the past and my peoples ways
Through this we set example and strive to see a new day