Kinsmen
In the sky a jet-black raven flies
And deep below you can hear the cries
Of ancient warriors locked in battle
Swords strike hard and armours rattle

The old gods watch from mountains high
As brothers draw their last breath and die
They were too bold, they did not know
The dangers their final battle would hold

So ride, now proudly into battle my friend
The time has come to die for your kinsmen

Kneeling down, their brothers pray
That from their chosen path they will not stray
To the golden halls, their final resting place
They ride to fulfil their destiny

Armies are sent into battle
Endless wars for gold and glory
Thousands sacrifice their lives
At the behest of their kings

Silhouettes of ghostly warriors
Wander forever on a road to nowhere
They did not find their way
To the ancestral halls

Kneeling down, their brothers pray
That from their chosen path they will not stray
To the golden halls, their final resting place
They ride to fulfil their destiny

Silhouettes of ghostly warriors
They died for a cause not their own
Corrupted, abandoned, defeated
No skalds shall tell their tales

In the sky a jet-black raven flies
And deep below you can hear the cries
No fires illuminate the endless night
Death is theirs, unless they fight

The old gods watch from mountains high
As brothers draw their last breath and die
To fight for the king is their only life
To battle, to battle, this could be the last stride

[Solo: M. W. Jensen]

Death is like an infinite dream
So embrace the final sleep
Fight at your kinsman’s side
The time has come to die

Sworn to Vengeance
A ship arrived this morning
A messenger clad in black
Bearing tidings oh so grave
Of my brother’s untimely demise

I stand at the bow of my ship
I must set things right
My men are all behind me
Honour-bound to fight

I feel a great rage within
This is no time to mourn
Blood is surging through me
To vengeance I am sworn

We have left shallow waters
The open sea lies ahead
When we reach the southern coast
We stare into the face of death

And though some may crumble
As death stares right back
My determination cannot falter
I will sound the final attack

A crimson sun on the horizon
The air is freezing cold
My heart is pounding
And in anger I clench my fists

We take to the oars to make it in time
Before the enemy has moved on
The shadow of grief weighs me down
But I will forever push on

We’ve picked up a fresh trail
They cannot be far ahead
When we find those wretched knaves
Our swords will taste their blood

My men follow me without hesitation
Into the lands of the enemy
Out of the ashes, into the fire
We shall end their sorry lives

The enemy approaches from the south
It’s time to meet them head on
And as we make our way into a clearing
Arrows soar and battle is joined

[Solo: Carlos G.R.]

The enemy is upon us
Ferociously they fight
Flailing swords and axes
We defend against their might

I feel a great rage within
This is no time to mourn
Blood is surging through me
To vengeance I am sworn

We must hold on
We can’t fall back
Fighting to gain the upper hand
We strike them hard
We fight with skill
Slaying our way to victory

We must hold on
We can’t fall back
No swordsman unchallenged
We strike them hard
We fight with skill
Slaying our way to victory

I fight my way to their leader
His blood will be mine
I raise my sword for the final strike
My hand guided by the divines

I feel a great rage within
This is no time to mourn
Blood is surging through me
To vengeance I am sworn

Where Darkness Dwells
Darkness descends upon Midgard
Fog creeps in from the sea
Torches are lit and iron forged
A march once more into the unknown

In a land torn apart
Ruled by the endless night
A lonely fire still burns bright

Many long years have passed
Since man came upon these lands
Ships torn apart by waves
And countless kin lost to the sea
An ancient darkness dwells
In the forest so deep
A place no sunlight can reach

Plague-ridden beggars
The eyes of the night
The wrath of a tyrant
The enemy’s might

Kings of the weak
Slaves to the strong
Pointless kingdoms
Came to an end

Darkness descends upon Midgard
Who will fight to restore the lands?
Undone by centuries past
And endless wars gone by

In a land torn apart
Ruled by the endless night
A lonely fire still burns bright

Against the fury of time
No swordsman can win
There can be no triumph
Nor victory

A warrior stands alone
Gazing upon this ravaged land
His burning soul alight
With furious passion
His desperate fight
To redeem himself
And restore peace unto the land

Plague-ridden beggars
The eyes of the night
The wrath of a tyrant
The enemy’s might

Kings of the weak
Slaves to the strong
Pointless kingdoms
Came to an end

In the shadows, dark figures lurk
Here no songs shall be heard
Heroes came and went
But none stood the test of time

There’s a fire burning in the dark
As a lonely star shines in the night
There’s a fire burning in the dark
Who will rise to fight for these lands?

In a world torn apart
Facing the endless night
A lonely fire still burns
A mere candle in the wind

Yet if kindled it may spread
To once more cast light
Upon field and forest
City and village alike

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