Heimsgard piosenki

behold these dead ruins and ashes which you leave behind your future this impure cold blood which soaks your rusty armors these heavy and painful wounds you're wearing were expected now you are deeply engraved in the memory of the sky. the sacred stars...

when dead calm reigns over land true freedom gets lost in silence and boredom rises behind my ax weary of chopping only dead wood. as the moon grows in the night my lust to fight guides me as a light, glory of bottle is not a memory only clattering swor...

from my eyes bloated by the cold I gaze this smoking battlefield swarming with heaps of corpses which give off a stuffy smell of rot. from my fleshless hands which firmly hold my ruthless ax dripping with the flow of my foes our land will be soiled with...

for too many years ago I keep riding through barren lands and battlefields along rusty leaves carried away by northern winds to seek a glimmer of hope in my solitude my grievous mind wanders the regretless drowned within numberless haunting thoughts desp...

worthy of great warrior from this harmful world our young hero was brought up by the last old blacksmith dwarf working slowly to carry out a perfect work with the sweaty face, the skin tanned by embers the hands withered with years beating white-hot iron...

I was awake by a soft howl's whistle nesting an old oak standing as the throne. in the glare of the growing rising sun I rode my steed still ready for a turn. all the beauty I could see along my way takes root in our pure legacy for long. time is for me...

once when many ghastly wars were desolating seas and lands, blood red turned rivers and lands jeopardized were home and peace. numberless arose the invasions riding fiercely from uncharted lands to plunder and burn every realms and crush down our own be...

how has come the time for the war to be behind in the season when the tepid wind blows on the barley when the snow vanishes and ravens fly high in the sky when the wild life reborn from its own wet ash. the time is for me now to ride away from my constant...

once upon a groomy long time a man was drawn by the valuable sky real token of the moonlight in the night to explore a remote horizon. time was then to ride ride away from his side through the forest of damnation and face the fear of the unknown before...

in a bed of fire my brothers are burning away with the northern wind their ashes will fly along through a blinding mist my elders turn into dust melting the snow beneath fulfilled will be their lust. how many lives will you take away? how many souls...