Scandinavian Warmachine - Paganizer

Battalions disperse at dawn

Leaving a coast of elusive safety

Moving towards days of certain death

Wit the chill of doom in every breath

Through wartorn landscapes

Their march towards doom continues

Burning fields and flesh that cries

Soon enough combat will rise

Scandinavian warmachine

Warriors of the north

Scandinavian warmachine

Dug their heels in and moved to the front north

This Scandinavian warmachine

Conjured to feed a putrid war

They fought and died and crawled and bled

On fields afar viking blood was shed

Unsaluted soldiers

Of old and deathfilled days

Now burst forth your legacy

And bast in praise