Heirs To The Fighte - Stormwarrior

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…