Voosum

A storm tore the fleet apart
Left us sailing for weeks alone
One day we saw the land we´ve been searching
I prepared to order the attack.

Father up high
Hear our prayer
We who may die
Needs your choosen slayers.

With the suns first rays
We stormed the dying village
Screaming our warcry
We threw ourselves on the enemy.

Ravens above
Presence of our gods
Winds blow our way
Is that a sign?

But the enemy was cunning and had prepared
An ambush to have us all dead
When the truth was reveiled we realised
No one will ever return home.

If we all shall die
Then let our streanght be remembered
Oden are watching
Rage wild left the enemy severed.

Father up high, hear our prayer
We who shall die, needs your choosen slayers.

We stood one for ten enemies
Open wounds and dying men
Our axes weilded wild for this day
We shall fall with glory.

By the horizon longship sails appeared
Massing for their brethrens life
The dark sky told that Thor arrived
And the anger of the giants bane
Odens warriors the berserkers
Came to pour the life of this reign.

Once again those still standin
Charged cutting brutal in malice
As our brothers arrived at the shores
Doom of the death given without remorse.

Father up high
Hear our prayer
We who are Victorious
This victory is yours.

But that fate where not mine
A sharp arrow pierced my chest
I threw my axe crushing his skull
Tell my family I died with glory.