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Death Of A God
04:11
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Prophecies foretold death will claim him soon
Unwilling to die, he swore to be prepared
An oath was demanded from everything,
Everything the world would know
All swore, though one sprout forgotten
Frigga claimed it could never harm
Her gaze fell upon the missletoe
Judging it to young, to take the vow
Go around until all is sworn
Task is done
Fear the youngsters blow
Too young for an oath
The cause of death
Hodr the blind, no sight on what's ahead
From the branch which seemed so fair
Came a harmful shaft that Hodr should hurl
A test of champions and gods alike
To throw the weapons which couldn’t harm
It was Loki, treacherous and vile
Who gave the blind his dreaded spear
it was Hodr, who aimed at the god
Baldr struck by the misstletoe
Go around until all is sworn
Task is done
Fear the youngsters blow
Too young for an oath
The cause of death
Hodr the blind, no sight on what's ahead
Baldr, shielded from all but one,
Struck by a spear of mistletoe
As he fell, all gods struck silent
The silence deafening, the grief untold
Yet Baldr, wise and fairest of all
Who shall return after many are slain
When all ills fade, he’ll rise up
Alongside Hodr, the new earth shall rule
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Valkyrie's Cry
07:06
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Hear the cry of the Valkyries,
As they tremble above the field
Fear the cry of the Valkyries,
Coming from thunderous sky,
Valkyries assemble to ride o'er the earth.
Women of battle
Their fate falls into your hands
Convey , maidens of Odin
The damned soul of the warrior
Who shall welcome his place in Valhall
When the battle is at end,
Warriors fallen on the fields,
The ravens’ maiden will descend,
Choosing the Einherjar.
To Valhall is where they went,
Odins maiden serving the fallen
The Einherjar will prepare
For the battle yet to come
Like the haunter of the dead
We legions fear them
As we fear the icy void
We shall embrace our death
As our blessing, not our demise
Crimson cloud and darkened sky
Heavens stained, chilling cries
Clashing swords, Shattered shields
Berserkers roam the battlefield
The Valkyries will sing their song
Quick, Swiftly we ride
Hear Our warwinning Cry.
sword-bearing maiden
With banners we rush on
We, maidens, we spare not
One life gone in the fray!
(We, the choosing sisters)
Who’ve chosen the worthy
Bloodstained fields and blackened sky,
No sound of battle cries
spears and shields no longer clash
all we hear is men that die,
Maidens ride, answer the call
All that is left, slaughter and sorrow
thousands of men, there is no tomorrow
Raven's maidens, einherjar chosen
They live on, in the halls up high
Hear the Valyries cry
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Ragnarök
05:21
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Yggdrasill is shivering,
the ash, as it stands.
The old tree groans,
The last war is at hand
Gods of war,
Prepare for slaughter
Fallen warriors
Serve the gods once more
Vigrid, The plain
Where we meet in battle
The horn is blown,
Our strife, thus begun.
Hard times for men
Rampant depravity
Wind-age, Wolf-age
Until the world falls
The final battle of our time is nigh
Gods and the fallen will ride their fate
Ragnarok is closing in so ready your spears and shields
Ragnarok is near so feast with us once more
Ragnarok is coming, warriors standing strong
Ragnarok is close, the final battle of our time
Gjallarhorn, Heimdalls call, the battle will begin.
Sky will split, bridge will crack, sons of Múspell ride
Einherjar, died in battle, ready to strike again
Valkyries, choosing the slain, searching for the dead
Wanderer, slain by the wolf, avenged by his son
Asathor, killed the serpent, poisoned he will fall
Gods and men, all will fight, yet all will die in vain
Ragnarok, the end is nigh, the final war has come
Brothers will fight
Bringing death to each
Brothers, Sisters
Split your bonds
All men, No shame
Abandon their world
The sun shines bright
On the swords of slain
The final battle of our time is nigh
Gods and the fallen will ride their fate
The clash of steel
The shattering of shields
Their blood is wasted
Upon these endless fields
The sun turns black
Land sinks into sea
The war, at end
Caused only death and ruin
The final battle of our time is nigh
Gods and the fallen will ride their fate
The final battle of our time is at end
Gods and the fallen, all have died
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