We need no love no mystic lore
Inside the northern wind embraces
Today, we leave our native places
And some will never see them more
What path remains in this cruel fight?
Escape to live another night?
Or grip the sword and make the stand
Die with honor, blade in hand?
The Odin's goodwill we implore
And silent fear on rivals faces
We leave no other scary traces
But only violence, death and gore
What path remains in this cruel fight?
Escape to live another night?
Or grip the sword and make the stand
Die with honor, blade in hand?
And now, on dreary rainy day
When wind is cold and sky is gray
On bloody field, in foreign land
I stand without hope and fame
So shall I run and live with shame?
Or shall I die with sword in hand?
What path remains in this cruel fight?
Escape to live another night?
Or grip the sword and make the stand
Die with honor, blade in hand?
The sword is raised, my fate is clear
I charge with pride, I have no fear
To glory or the grave I ride
With Odin's name, I shall not hide!
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We need no love no mystic lore
Inside the northern wind embraces
Today, we leave our native places
And some will never see them more
What path remains in this cruel fight?
Escape to live another night?
Or grip the sword and make the stand
Die with honor, blade in hand?
The Odin's goodwill we implore
And silent fear on rivals faces
We leave no other scary traces
But only violence, death and gore
What path remains in this cruel fight?
Escape to live another night?
Or grip the sword and make the stand
Die with honor, blade in hand?
And now, on dreary rainy day
When wind is cold and sky is gray
On bloody field, in foreign land
I stand without hope and fame
So shall I run and live with shame?
Or shall I die with sword in hand?
What path remains in this cruel fight?
Escape to live another night?
Or grip the sword and make the stand
Die with honor, blade in hand?
The sword is raised, my fate is clear
I charge with pride, I have no fear
To glory or the grave I ride
With Odin's name, I shall not hide!
Inside the northern wind embraces
Today, we leave our native places
And some will never see them more
What path remains in this cruel fight?
Escape to live another night?
Or grip the sword and make the stand
Die with honor, blade in hand?
The Odin's goodwill we implore
And silent fear on rivals faces
We leave no other scary traces
But only violence, death and gore
What path remains in this cruel fight?
Escape to live another night?
Or grip the sword and make the stand
Die with honor, blade in hand?
And now, on dreary rainy day
When wind is cold and sky is gray
On bloody field, in foreign land
I stand without hope and fame
So shall I run and live with shame?
Or shall I die with sword in hand?
What path remains in this cruel fight?
Escape to live another night?
Or grip the sword and make the stand
Die with honor, blade in hand?
The sword is raised, my fate is clear
I charge with pride, I have no fear
To glory or the grave I ride
With Odin's name, I shall not hide!
Writer: Oleh Levkivskyi
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid