Dragons Of The North — Einherjer

As blood for wolves for riches and lust Onward with hammers to chest Villages burn, burn citys to dust And for fun they tortue the rest

Cold, blue steel through a nice day's breast An avalanche of heathnes set sail To show to the world of which men is beast To conquer where others would fail

Odin is working to eagerly form A great heathen fist from the north Pray for your life when there's signs of a storm But praying won't help when the dragons com forth

Roaming the bow, the berserks, the fierce They know not fear of pain Women and children are swimming in tears While the berserks are going insane

Scholared embodies by blood and the mound The clink of sword sound death chord Bearslough and wolfslough are shaking the ground Embraced by might, great northern horde

Odin, great warlord, I greed you with hail This new god is weaker of class Grant me thy powers, your secrets unveil And I'll kick this christ right in the ass