WOM - Northern Sons

"Long ago, in frozen lands
Swarm of helmets rides
Where flesh of a warrior lived
Who faced all his enemy's indeed

His life he spends
To prove his worth
Not for flesh of humans
But for his Viking goal !

Not born to kneel
Before cowardness hand
But to strike and kill
Those who spit nordland!"

This is the story for all
My northern sons
Rise! from ice and never fall
My wise ones
A great realm awaits, a Hall
My Asgardian warriors!


Northern sons!
Frozen legacy
In sword strikes
Of coward enemy
Northern melody
Of the rights!

As they fight never in vain
the honor side will remain
In their cold blood in night
with fire scars of light.

Only for the truth of steel
proud to strike and kill
Waiting for a new victory
Valhalla's new story.

Northern sons!
Strike!
And avenge!

Northern sons!
Fight!
And rise!


Drinking for the wind blow cold
drinking for the Wolf's freedom
A bless for Allfather's Eye
Odin sons, under the sky.

Swords dancing from the north
a battle for the earth
Legacy of the avenging souls
Northern sons!