---

Dragons Of the North

Lyrics by Gerhard Storesund

Music by Gerhard Storesund

As blood for wolves for riches and lust

Onward with hammers to chest

Villages burn,burn citys to dust

And for fun they torture the rest

Cold blue steel through a nice lady`s breast

An avalanche of heathens set sail

To show to the world of which men is best

To conquer where others would fail

Odin is working to eagerly form

A great heathen fist from the north

Pray for your life when there`s signs of a storm

But praying won`t help when the dragons come forth

Roaming the bow ,the berzerkers ,the fierce

They know not fear or pain

Women and children are swimming in tears

While the berzerkers are going insane

Scholared embodied by blood on the mound

The clink of sword sound death chord

Bearsloughs and wolfsloughs are shaking the ground

Embraced by might the great northern horde

Odin ,great warlord I greet you with hail

This new god is weaker of class

Grant me thy power ,your secrets unveil

And I`ll kick this Christ right in the ass