Einherjer Einheriermarsien歌词

Across the brigde of colours born Of fire water and air Dressed in crimson armours In hand are bloodwet spears Reach the entrance heavens gate Honoured by the brave See the hall with golden roof The home allfather gave Welcome to the hall of death Gr

Feel the of taste of hate release its bitterness Caught up in a place to face the fate From below taken, trapped and tied in chains Serpent spewing venom from above The serpent never stop spitting out its searing venom Not for a minute, not for a mom

Ridden through the flame The ring be his bane The oathkeeper's brother bid The ringkeeper slain Fire-raisers hand The grief and the rage The ill-fated will had won The ill-fated wage Fish of the wild-wood Worm smooth crawling With wolf-meat mingled T

Waiting for the morning For the sun to climb the mountains For the wind & the waves to answer my call My sword lays beside me My ship lays ashore But few to fight by my side The snow is slowly falling And gently caress my skin Where the steel ripped

She sees arise A second time Earth from the sea Dressed evergreen Fairier than all Waterfalls flow As from a dream For us it still is Once again strangely wonderful Golden chessmen be found again On the ground where brave men fought Owned by Gods a l

Sieh ich geh auf in Finsternis Habe den Kampf verloren Und doch gewann ich Hels Reich Der Walküren Hand greift nach mir Hör der Hornen Spruch Dein Suchen wird zum Wissen Dein Blut zur Feder deines Glaubens Gedanken so rein Schrei nach dem Leben was d

[Lyrics by Rune Bjelland] [Music by Gerhard Storesund & Frode Glesnes] Fra sin sjels side han vandret Over heden han gikk Med valkyriene ved sin side Til Vahall der han ære fikk Inn i haller av sten han entret Her inne bak livets speil Tyr trådte fre

As thunder borne upon the wind Was heard the battle's wild uproar See the angels of the dead Seek blood dripping crimson red Amidst the heaps of foemen slain Drenched with battle's bloody rain On the plate-mail rattled loud The arrow-shower's rushing

Across the moor We Norsemen rode & skalds to us sung That days of glory Soon should be When swords bloodred were swung "One-eyed father Give us the strength My brave kinsmen & I In Valhalla I Your mighty men will meet If in this battle I die