Web Of War

(I)
We weave the web
Vast as the great storm
Warriors to die
Blood spilled on that cloth
Steel of the spears
Woof of the red blood
For merciless battle
Web has been weaved

Web has been weaved
Of bowels of human
Plummet will be
On the bench made of sculls
Hackle of iron
And pins of arrows
By bloody spears
We weave the web

In the realm of war tomorrow
Feel no grief and feel no sorrow
To the realm of death we follow
Warriors sailing to the west
With the thousand swords tomorrow
Kill your pain and kill your sorrow
To the halls of mirth we follow
Let us follow our fate

(II)
Hjortrimull, Hild,
Sanngrid and Swipull
Bared the swords
And weaving the fate
Broken the spears
And broken the shields
The dogs of war
Have bitten them in

Landlords will come
From the lands far away
New king will come
From kingdom so far
Brian the Koenig
Is cursed and is doomed
Sigurd the Earl
Crucified on the spears

In the realm of war tomorrow
Feel no grief and feel no sorrow
To the realm of death we follow
Warriors sailing to the west
With the thousand swords tomorrow
Kill your pain and kill your sorrow
To the halls of mirth we follow
Let us follow our fate

(INTERLUDE)
Weaving and weaving
The colors of battle
Young and brave Koenig
Was wielding the flag
Forward we rush
And ride to the battle
Friends side by side
Their lives we shall crop

Weaving and weaving
The colors of battle
Follow the Koenig
The king young and brave
Hendull and Hunn
Follow him closer
Blood on the shields
And nothing they see

Weaving and weaving
The colors of battle
Forward they rush
The warriors brave
Life of the Koenig
Quest for the honor
We are to choose
To live or to die

Irish are doomed
And bitter their fate
Revere them
Hail them forever
We weaved the web
And blood on the field
Honored but dead
Remembered for years

(III)
Fear and grief
But watch at the skies
Running across
Blood-red storm clouds
Warriors' blood
Has filled all the air
We celebrate
As the Valkyries

Glorified tune
Of king young and brave
Hear us and tell
To people elsewhere
Bear the sword
Riding wild horse
Fulfill the fate
Of Eire and Norse

In the realm of war tomorrow
Feel no grief and feel no sorrow
To the realm of death we follow
Warriors sailing to the west
With the thousand swords tomorrow
Kill your pain and kill your sorrow
To the halls of mirth we follow
Let us follow our fate