Warcharms

Blood, I spoil it

Loud, hear the screams around me

See my carnage

My steel, breakin' ... and bittin' flesh

Bleedin', I creep to my hall my own place

Standin' with blade, that drives me to hold her to hell

And my sword remain.

I creep to leave my hall, and my sword may be fed

She wants some souls and blood, to give me the strengh

To kill. Pains, screams, and wounds, are my only gift

To kill my foes. Hell takes their souls, and her army

Grows up.

Bleedin', I come to the old man, Odhium

Standin' with Tyr, he gives me the power to fight

And save the world.

Then I ride again into the flames of hellheim

And I seek to hate of them.

If I can ride for my death, the bloody corpses may disappear

And the mighty ravens fly for me, Odhium is now by my side.

The spirit of death leaves my soul and die, in pain.

Fight, to smash my soul in light.

Then I become blind.

Let my sword strikes.

I'll redempt the faults.