Warcharms

Blood, I spoil it
Loud, hear the screams around me
See my carnage
My steel, breakin' ... and bittin' flesh

Bleedin', I creep to my hall my own place
Standin' with blade, that drives me to hold her to hell
And my sword remain.

I creep to leave my hall, and my sword may be fed
She wants some souls and blood, to give me the strengh
To kill. Pains, screams, and wounds, are my only gift
To kill my foes. Hell takes their souls, and her army
Grows up.

Bleedin', I come to the old man, Odhium
Standin' with Tyr, he gives me the power to fight
And save the world.

Then I ride again into the flames of hellheim
And I seek to hate of them.
If I can ride for my death, the bloody corpses may disappear
And the mighty ravens fly for me, Odhium is now by my side.
The spirit of death leaves my soul and die, in pain.

Fight, to smash my soul in light.
Then I become blind.
Let my sword strikes.
I'll redempt the faults.