Set on destruction you march to war
To conquer and submit
You brought your legions to our doorsteps
Now you will suffer defeat

See them march, their banners high
They will all fall in the forest
Varus legions, a thousands of men
Their blood will flow in Teutoburg forest
Barbaric might, Roman pride
It will be their final hour
All shall die, gruesome deaths
Let none of them flee to Rome

Arminius, lord of war
Roman blood will flow
Arminius, lord of war
Fall of the eagle

No retreat
No where to run
History will remember
Germanic warriors
Storms the field
With a blood thirst and hunger
On this fray
Where thousands die
The eagle will fall to the ground
Bodies pile in the mud
Let none of them flee to Rome

Arminius, lord of war
Roman blood will flow
Arminius, lord of war
Fall of the eagle

Varus your quest stops here
As your step on barbarian soil
Soldiers of Rome despair
Watch your empire in flames

Hear the screams
The stench of death
As flames rise up higher
Legionnaires
Caught with fear
Fights like rapid dogs
Without orders
Their tactics fail
The eagle's wings will snap
Qui Desiderat
Pacem Praeparet Bellum
This ends tonight

Arminius, lord of war
Roman blood will flow
Arminius, lord of war
Fall of the eagle

Forward!
Forward!
Forward!
The sons of Thor ride to war.

Thunder roar
Hooves they pound
Begin the charge
The sons of Thor
Ride to war
Vicious and vile
Flee to your church
You cowards of faith
We light your homes and fields
A pyre will blaze
With burning flesh
We are the lords of death

Forward!
Forward!
Forward!
The sons of Thor ride to war.

Giants march
Across the field
The ground shakes
Tremble with fear

Weak are the lambs
That fall by our hands
No warriors nor men
All that awaits are slavery
A life by the whip
Vikings from north
Lands on their shore
With a thirst for blood
A battle-horn sounds
Begin the charge
Ready your selves for the fight

Forward!
Forward!
Forward!
The sons of Thor ride to war.

Stone cracks
As horses ride
Our destiny
As iron collides

By our axe and sword
We defend our land
From the armies of
Weaker men
Odin hear our roar
Lead us into victory
Let our sword strike true
Let us crush our enemies

Forward!
Forward!
Forward!
The sons of Thor ride to war.

Warm blood on my hands
The sound of screaming in my ear
Rifle in my hand
gaze opon the battlefleld

Brothers fight by my side
Hold the battle line
Against a blood red tide
See the bodies of our young
In the trenches we defend
As enemies decent

The trenches roar
A world at war

Choose your side
The victor is
Written in blood

Live or die
Our legacy
Written in blood

In muddy fields we charge
Through gore, blood and bile
Trenches reek of death
Were oil on borrowed time

Brothers fight by my side
Hold the battle line
Against a blood red tide
See the bodies of our young
In the trenches we defend
As enemies decent

The trenches roar
A world at war

Choose your side
The victor is
Written in blood
Live or die
Our legacy
Written in blood

Ignite the war machine
Cannons roar in my head
We are the korps of death

The trenches roar
A world at war

Choose your side
The victor is
Written in blood
Live or die
Our legacy
Written in blood

They were brought
From their homelands
Bound and in chains
Condemned to fight
On the sands till
None would remain

But as they fought
Again and again in
Spite of the odds
They rose up high
Remade into beings
To rival the gods

Screaming Crowd
Thirsting for
Bloody end
Hear their roar
Raise your sword
Blow by blow
Earn your life
Slay your foe

Behold the glorious dead
Titans amongst men
Bow down to the glorious dead
Legends carved in steel

Thus remade
The arena
Now as their throne
Their mountaintop
Their domain of
Glory unknown

There they lived
Legends growing
Till their last breath
By worthy bands
They would meet their
Glorious Death

Sereaming Crowd
Thirsting for
Bloody end
Hear their roar
Raise your sword
Blow by blow
Earn your life
Slay your foe

Behold the glorious dead
Titans amongst men
Bow down to the glorious dead
Legends carved in steel

Cut by a thousand blades
Blood and death as their wives
Shedding their life's blood
Till Charon arrives

Behoid the glorious dead
Titans amongst men
Bow down to the glorious dead
Legends carved in steel

Slagmarkens jord
I kamp for vort land
Marchere vi stolt
Til valhallas sal

Pille regner mod vort skold
Flammerne står højt
Intet knækker vores mod
Vi kæmpe bravt og hårdt
I horisonten skimter vi
Morgendagens lys
Ved daggry tiden slipper op
Ved gjalderhornets lyd

Odin hør min bøn'
Lad mig få en krigers løn
For min æres død
Trygt i valkyriers skød

Kulden bider i vort kød
Denne vinter nat
Fjenden stormer mod os nu
Vort skæbne den er sat
Ingen frygt bland vores mænd
Bedst som slaget brager
Hvis vi falder denne nat
Til Odins sal vi drager

Alle mand vil dø
Denne vinter nat
Alle sværd som et
Dette sidste slag

Odin hør min bøn'
Lad mig få en krigers løn
For min æres død
Trygt i valkyriers skød

Fire
Scorches the sky
Raining down
Burning the ground
Soldiers
Born to war
Charge the shores
And Nazi fines

We are your conquerors your sole demise
Were here to seal your fate and take your life
By cold steal and guts we charge your lines
Your tyrant rule will fall and drown in fire

We stand firm
Side by side
As cannons
They roar
Blood spills red
On the sands
As soldiers
Push forward

Wound
Blood soaked ground
Bodyparts
Scattered around
Thunder
Roars in the air
Bombshells fall
Tearing the ground

We stand firm
Side by side
As cannons
They roar
Blood spills red
On the sands
As soldiers
Push forward

The occupations will come to an end
When the smoke clears from the air
Europe will be free once again
Their gasp will be forces open

Allies
Nations wide
Will rid the world
From subjugators
Hate
Fuels this war
As they land on the shore
Of Normandy

Wc stand firm
Side by side
As cannons
They roar
Blood spills red
On the sands
As soldiers
Push forward

Shields and swords
Upon the field
Blood is in the air
On this day
We shall see
Our enemies flee in despair
Their bodiesfall
As we swing our swords
Blood is everywhere
Death is coming
From the east
No osee will be spared

The land to the west
Where gold flows free
Ah there will be left
Are the flames of Lindisfarne

Dragon ships
From the north
A raging viking horde
Shall ascent
On our bornes
And bury them in smoke

Your weak god and foolish prayer
Will give nor peace or solace
At the edge of our blades
Your gods will answer with blood

The land to the west
Where gold tlows free
All there will be left
Are the flames of Lindisfarne

Women and thralls
Riches of gold
All ours to take
From the house of god

Church bell climes
As the run from the sight of us
The block the halls
To hold us out
We bury them in flames
From the flames of Lindisfarne
Rich are we as kings
We will raid kill and steal
Till there is no more

The land to the west
Where gold flows free
All there will be left
Are the flames of Lindisfarne
Women and thralls
Riches of gold
All ours to take
From the house of god

I grab my axe and take a breath
The ritual has begun
On this day where 1000 die
We will make our sacrifice

See them run
Cut them down
Kneeling rats in the dirt
Snap their necks
Now

This is our blood sacrifice
This is our blood sacrifice

No place for the weak
In the hall of the slain
Odin's ravens soar
Above us this day
No chance to submit
Our axes meets flesh
Blood will be spilled
For Odins praise

Sent them to their grave
With blood spattered blades

As they fall blow by blow
Behead their king
And steal their throne
We stand as one on this dark night
Here we shall make our sacrifice

This is our blood sacrifice
This is our blood sacrifice

Blood for blood
Our ancestors call
Blood for blood
Accept this offering
Now

Odin our father
Grant us your strength

See the rivers running red
Hear the screams
Of a thousand dead
Heads will roll from their neck
Odin accept our sacrifice

This is our blood sacrifice
This is our blood sacrifice

He lives to dominate
He lives to kill
Desolation in his wake
God emperor of man
He lives to dominate
He lives to kill
Dragon of bate
Violent and cruel

Paragon of corruption
See the Murderess viper
Like a hungry wolf
Tracking down his prey

He rips the world apart
through bone and flesh
The time has come to reap
Divinity as his crest

The day turns red
As shadows decent
Heir their anguish
This is the end

Paragon of corruption
Fear his burning wrath
Torture and death awaits
For all in bis path

He rips the world apart
Through bone and flesh
The time has come to reap
Divinity as his crest

The day turns red
As shadows decend
Hear their anguish
This is the end

For I am poison that sets you free
Give yourselves on to me
I take both gold and flesh
All mine to be
Act upon my every need
Behold my divinity

The day turns red
As shadows decend
Hear their anguish
This is the end

God emperor of man
The Blight of Rome
Conqueror of sea and man
Depravity thy name
God emperor of man
The Blight of Rome
Inflicted by lunacy
As poison to the throne

Once a kind ruler, shattered into madness