Blood Heritage - Ablaze My Sorrow

Blood is life

from an ancient spring it still runs pure

Blood is ages

past where gods of old gave us pride

Blood is fire

burning us with liquid red

Blood is death

taking us to our golden halls

Strength is ours

for the strong have the right to rule

Without fear we rule

for the weak and scared will always fall

We are the chosen

We come with the tide

Pray to your false gods

for we will not heed

Our blood holds the rage of the northmen

Two centuries of fear from the seas

Behold the dragons of the north

Behold the dragons of the north

Gods watches us

but interferes not us mortal men

Faith not needed

for the strength of your deeds will be judged

Blood is fire

burning us with liquid red

Blood is death

taking us to our golden halls