On the backs of oak dragons North winds fill our sails The cold black oceans below Thick morning mist our veil A bright light cuts through the fog Fearsome fangs laid bare With howls our shields we pound Charging up on sandy shores No warning they had In temples they hide The new god does nothing When the old ride by our side God save us from these demons of the North Heathen beasts who heed no sacred ground Deliver us from these butchers, O Lord Protect your humble servants You and your god will know our names Sent to him while doused in flames Crosses of gold, martyrs of crimson Against the blaze, all this glistens Overcome with fear and pall Realizing that death shall befall Screams of terror rising around As your faith burns to the ground Kinsmen die, all men are mortal Scourge of the sacred, we heathens infernal The deeds are done, violence spared none For reverence they screamed, we heard no pleas Woeful, the overwhelming silence Sullen faces of the fallen Woeful, the overwhelming silence Ashen remnants of the sacred For years we’ve sailed, brothers Ridding this disease Giving ourselves unto ourselves God of deceit No one lives forever All men are mortal Cattle die, kinsmen die Reputation is eternal

I see blue flames burning bright With this feather coat I fly through the fates of men I will foretell Along the coasts of evergreens Through each narrow, winding stream Beneath every gnarled mountain root Lies our destiny absolute Between shadows of great trees I travel Spirits cry to nature and the dead I listen Knowledge I seek On the mighty oak sits a raven, black Beckoned, I follow, I fly with into the void High stand the mountains Snowy peaks dwell in the sky Deep and fast run rivers Though frost covers their might Ever green are the trees Whose lives are forever theirs In the land of the dead I walk Where life has come to pass Back to the realm you came Where the dead are alive The force that binds beings That ties all life I will find the answers I’ll see what the gods see Weaving the threads of fate Events to be Over the rocky seas I follow through the mist Neither death nor nature this raven of my vision Certainly of the gods, it flies fast and far Its appearance must have reason There I land on supple ground With fear my heart does swell Those I know face down Eyes rotted out, bodies bloated No life in those I’ve found Death, disease, pestilence We shall find if we stay No life here to be found Corpses lying all around Death, disease, pestilence We shall find if we stay Here, I do not wish to be It flies again, I follow The raven nests on the tallest ash In a place I do not know We must make our new home there This vision Odin bestows A new land to find, the Allfather provides More ships to build, far across the sea we sail Follow the raven through the mist, don’t look back Trust in the gods, they have put us on this path Home and again toward death we march Avarice torn hand from hearth These lands will be ours

High One holds you not in his favor Be yet steadfast and pray to the gods When a foe you face formidable That you win against all odds Strike fast and strike true The seers had warned Be alert, be not afraid Wise men warriors did scorn There they stood, upon the hill high Unfurled their banners, let ravens fly Down to their doom, they all charged All screaming death louder than ever heard Strong, the king with his men Blood spattered, sword high risen Cleaving skulls down to the throat Armor cannot withstand Endless they are Bodies cover the ground Backs to the rocks, stand together Shieldwall, covered crimson Odin, grant me now wisdom Grant me victory this day Let me honor you with slaughter If I must, I’ll feast with you this day The battle did rage Their shields held strong Still brothers were slain Valhalla’s not long As they fought they looked for the ravens Against their setting sun Blood it flowed and swords they sang Yet they saw not a single one Their gods left them there stranded With naught but might and will Warriors foretold to perish But determined they were to kill High One holds you not in his favor Be yet steadfast and pray to the gods When a foe you face formidable That you win against all odds Their gods left them there stranded The seers told them take heed No gods stood beside them In themselves they then believed

We sailed to many lands With sword and fire Clenched in our hands Set alight by cold wrought iron All the lives we took By conquest and vengeance To old gods we’re sworn Our ancestors’ rites and legends Our eyes meet the sky Watching the ravens fly When the ravens are fed The earth shook and the winds spoke Axe and arrow rain overhead Spirits clash as iron meets oak When the ravens are fed Blood hawks feasting on the dead From corpses of fallen men Their names soon all forget When the ravens are fed When we stand above conquered men Banners staked upon hill high No peace will we extend Suffer the hands of cruel fate Our death and bloodshed await No raven flew high as swords bit And flayed the flesh of all A spear instead, so strong and sharp Pierced us with its call The One-Eyed wielder, slayer Our fate bound to befall The storm’s thunder gave way As the dew of bodies ran Down flickers of light, threads frayed Clouds of battle clothe the dead Across the field of blood and shame Where Fala’s horses graze

On the wounds of our oak dragons we sail The tail hidden beneath the cold sea Never have I seen these men so frail Glory never seemed so real Onward we sail With far fewer men Our brothers’ lament Glory never seemed so real We rowed for what seemed so long And asked the gods to guide Odin of wood, his one eye carved Our course he will provide Against the currents he drifted Though the winds began to blow Towards the mist he drifted Through the mist we’ll go The raven flies into the mist We follow, the skies turn black The weeping of the winds turns to wails As the sun turns to ash Giant tides, rain bites like swords The ship begins to thrash No land in sight, the anvil pounds on Only ashes of the sun Heaved across the jagged sea Tormented by nature’s unrelenting hand A wave swallows the horizon to the east And opens wide like the maw of a whale Inside the mouth of this beast we rode ‘Neath skies no man had seen before It calmed the seas and left the storm in its wake And spat us upon the shore

Sweet salt breeze of cool air Agony on black and stony shore Sword and hammer, tightly I clench Snow laden firs stand on the moor As frost slowly falls The raven, darkest of nights, gazes down from With misery coursing, slowly stand I The ships wrecked and ruined, but all are alive Wander we must in unknown lands of ice Home within our hearts as we face coming demise Faster frost blankets the earth in pristine white No light above this sorcery cursed kingdom Into the green we march injured, but ready Swords drawn and shields raised Speaking the wisdom of gods Out past the cliffs we see a wasteland eternal Ice stretches as far as our eyes can see The winds crack and sing of death like our ships Crashing so far at sea The wind begins to rise The torrent clouds our vision As we walk through this blizzard Though we feel not its bite Following the voices of brothers lost to sight A shadow of a figure Black against the blizzard Cedes the storm As silhouettes appear in greater numbers Brothers reappear Through the remnants of the calming storm Something unfamiliar As the shades of past draw near A wretched face of death Armored body of rot I know the tales of this specter I fear I know my fate These dead and doomed warriors Bound to wander eternal wastes Stagger forth all around Frozen flesh of ages past Armies of the dead have amassed In this land of ice Surely we cannot be bound We must make our way back home Woe among the snow As we walk to whence we came Ruined ships on the shore Rotted wood on the rocks Peeling back boards of shattered ships Surely we can save just one Frantic, I lift a dragon's head My face stares back at me Lifeless the eyes of my past The world of men is gone I am one with the dead A draug in Hel's legion