No Quarter - Through the storm

Thunder storms are raging,
across the cunning sea,
the four winds are fathered,
legions of pride await me,
fowards the northern stars
as I hail the land of frost
and heil comrads near and far.

Closing in on deaths desire
though I'm not alone
With me comes my tear and fire,
and a destiny unknown,
my twilight affects me,
drifting still the dreams,
a gate appears in fornt of me
Weary vision floats in streams

Chorus:
Across the land, the Norsemen rode,
and victory songs where sung,
the days of glory soon should be,
when swords blooded were swung.
Fear is not yet known to me
fight me and you'll see

the viking blood is storong in me
the conquerer I'll be