Victory - Nothgard

So many times you’ve heard those lies

So many times you’d like to cry

Dazzled by their wrong words

Perverted by their feign believe

We are calling can’t you see

We are the storm which was set free

To break the chains they create

And enforce the dawn of a new day

We are the void you couldn’t find

Follow us into the light

We are the crowed you’re calling for

Follow us once more

Sing with me my friend

And pass by the dark end

Come with me, I will you guide

Trust me I’ll fight your strike

I feel our victory

And see those bastards slain

Our wrath is unleashed

Stoked by their deeds

I feel our victory

Savor our agony

I see their misfire

Brought down by heathen might

An institution built on lies

A site of sand in the abyss of the waves

Lord of the feeble tormentor of the weak

Bastards of the cross I call you

Die!

Die!

Hear my spell

Burn!

Burn!

In your hell

Redemption-idiocy

Feigned and lied