Crom - Shields of gold

Beyond the north lands we arrived
We took their lives and took their pride
We were the kings of the mighty north
And that's for sure

We ruled the lands of frost and ice
We took their faith, we took their wives
We held our weapons up so high and prayed to you...

Hear our calls, mighty one, because we are the chosen ones
To you our god we will give our shields
It's for you, it's from gold
To you our god we'll be unfold
We will meet but we're not dead yet
We're not dead yet...

We lived our lives in fame and lust
But didn't see descending dust
A foreign force so huge and cruel, unthinkable
Die die, their battle calls full of hate
We shouldered arms but it was too late
We lost this battle, lost our lives
But lost with pride...

Hear our calls, mighty one, because we are the chosen ones
To you our god we will give our shields
It's for you, it's from gold
To you our god we'll be unfold
Our final hour has begun
It has begun...

And like the leaves of an autumn tree
Their souls flew away
Followed by the divine ravens
That carried their shields away

Can you hear the wind?
He tells their story
Oh, let their memory remain
Forever sung the songs of fame
The songs of fame
Forever sung the same old song...

Shields of gold!
Shields of gold!
Shields of gold!
Shields of gold!
Shields of gold!
Shields of gold!
Shields of gold!
Shields of gold!