Bound for Glory - The Hymn of Conquerors

We are the chosen of an eternal kingdom
Reveiling in our heresy
We are the conquerors, spurned by the northwinds
Our trumpets wailing sound of doom
Our sea of soldiers march with hatred
Sparing no unbelievers in our wake
Your establishments 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 longre 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 our gods, for they have no power
And we feat not you, for you shall die!

Barbarossa wakes, his knights now rising
His beard is wrapped three times around the stone
The march to east is once more
Legend of legends arise once more
We submerge agin into dark ice waters
The seawolves hum the Hymf of death
Iceland, Greenland, belongs the northmen
Reckaiming ancestral lans once again

All around you can you feel at?
The autumn winds bring a scent follow
The sun has set upon your land
We fear not death, for it is our ally
We fear not hate, for it is our frien
We feare not your gods,for they have no power