
Death Or Triumph
Skogshallen
Fara Í Víking • 2016
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Lyrics
grim of face and stern of brow
and dark in thoughts and mind
blood for blood is honors price
and in our death we find
a place where we can join the fight
where we can die with pride
in valhall my place awaits
a seat at odin's side
draw your swords and raise your shields
for now we go to war
the deaths of our foes await upon a foreign shore
we will claim their lives as payment for their vicious crimes
death or triumph now awaits as Odin prophesized
hardened hearts as hard as steel
and cold as winter's frost
the tears of rage are frozen cold
for the countless friends we've lost
we arent ones to keep a grudge
but we've an axe to grind
we will kill your men of god
none shall be left alive
draw your swords and raise your shields
for now we go to war
the deaths of our foes await upon a foreign shore
we will claim their lives as payment for their vicious crimes
death or triumph now awaits as Odin prophesized
we shall brave the fiercest storms
upon the mighty sea
if we fall from our ships
we'll find our destiny
death is but the price of life
and living should be free
but since you have slain our kin
your life shall shorter be
draw your swords and raise your shields
for now we go to war
the deaths of our foes await upon a foreign shore
we will claim their lives as payment for their vicious crimes
death or triumph now awaits as Odin prophesized
and dark in thoughts and mind
blood for blood is honors price
and in our death we find
a place where we can join the fight
where we can die with pride
in valhall my place awaits
a seat at odin's side
draw your swords and raise your shields
for now we go to war
the deaths of our foes await upon a foreign shore
we will claim their lives as payment for their vicious crimes
death or triumph now awaits as Odin prophesized
hardened hearts as hard as steel
and cold as winter's frost
the tears of rage are frozen cold
for the countless friends we've lost
we arent ones to keep a grudge
but we've an axe to grind
we will kill your men of god
none shall be left alive
draw your swords and raise your shields
for now we go to war
the deaths of our foes await upon a foreign shore
we will claim their lives as payment for their vicious crimes
death or triumph now awaits as Odin prophesized
we shall brave the fiercest storms
upon the mighty sea
if we fall from our ships
we'll find our destiny
death is but the price of life
and living should be free
but since you have slain our kin
your life shall shorter be
draw your swords and raise your shields
for now we go to war
the deaths of our foes await upon a foreign shore
we will claim their lives as payment for their vicious crimes
death or triumph now awaits as Odin prophesized
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