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Onward To The BloodfieldsCarnage awaits us beyond these hillsIn fields neath vast citadel walls An army of men, ten thousand strong A broken pile of bodies to be Onward to the bloodfields, men To chaos and conquest and fire The beauty of steel piercing flesh The reason why we ride - yeah! Throwing ourselves into battle Like this day would be our last Our victims are bewildered And scatter before our ranks A sight to please our gods of war The breaking of enemy lines The scores of crows above our heads A grim sign for those about to die Onward to the fields of blood Onward to the fields of myth Thundering hooves mow you down Onward into infamy we ride The horde bringing the hammer down These lands crushed under our heels The house of their god burnt to the ground Their wives to break their backs in our fields Their seed spread before all winds Their legacy sinking into the great unknown I now close upon their king in command The symbol of his empire's splendour & might In the sun, his armour is shining so bright He will not see it set tonight Then after battle, before the fires Our fallen are missed but not mourned Their tales now told in terror In strange and foreign tongues They'll rest in the shadow of trees Grown by their enemies blood And then to the halls of Oden They arrive to resounding horns Hail to their hammerhearts To the blood, fire death in their veins They lived under the sign Brothers, we hail thee |