Heathen Throne, Part III: My Ancestors' Blood

Not just for victory Not just to crush your enemy Not just for heir to be But for this moment and to fight the injustice... It was written long ago This is what I've been told An army came across the sea To conquer this low land The lured with their lives Shouted "peasant, kneel or die!" Outnumbered, undaunted War cry rose to the skies On the homeland of the raven Where the eagles scream at daybreak And the clang and clash of armies Beautiful the strife for conquest Rains came over to the north Floods of lies to drown the old gods A storm rose within the hearts of the enslaved Ode for my ancestors' blood The seer foresaw the curse from above Like a roar of approaching giant horde In the moors and in the marshes On the borders of the woodlands The marched like approaching giant horde When I yield my life forever Bravely will I fall in battle Fall upon the field of glory Beautiful to die in armour Rains came over to the north Floods of lies to drown the old gods A storm rose within the hearts of the enslaved Ode for my ancestors' blood