Bound for Glory - Hymn of the Conquerors | Текст песни

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• Bound for Glory
• Hymn of the Conquerors

We are the chosen of an eternal kingdom. Revelling in our heresy. We are the conquerors, spurned by the northwinds. Our trumpets wailing sounds of doom. Our sea of soldiers march with hatred. Sparing no unbelievers in our wake. Your establishment burn on this winter evening. The moon a witness to our conquering tide.

One thousand years of forgotten glory. One thousand sins we shall not forget. One thousand heroes no longer forgotten. One thousand swords unsheathed for your death. We fear not death, for it is our ally. We fear not hate, for it is our friend. we fear not your gods, for they have no power. And we fear not you, for you shall die.

Barbarossa awakes, his knights now rising. His beard is wrapped three times around the stone. The march to the east is once more coming. Legends of legends arise once more. We submerge again into dark ice waters. The seawolves hum the hymn of death. Iceland, Greenland, belongs to the nortmen. Reclaiming ancestral lands once again.

One thousand years of forgotten glory. One thousand sins we shall not forget. One thousand heroes no longer forgotten. One thousand swords unsheathed for your death. We fear not death, for it is our ally. We fear not hate, for it is our friend. we fear not your gods, for they have no power. And we fear not you, for you shall die.

All around you, can you feel it? The autumn winds bring a scent of death. Grim reaper walks, your people follow. The sun has set upon you land. We fear not death, for it is our ally. We fear not hate, for it is our friend. we fear not your gods, for they have no power. And we fear not you, for you shall die.