Текст песни Thyrfing - Celebration Of Our Victory
Thyrfing - Celebration Of Our Victory слова песни
Torn and bloody our clothes they areAs we march home from a battle afarVictorious we were, the raven`s were with usA glorious triumph was reached by duskWe drink our mead in the light of the funeral pyreJust as the flames, our cups are raised higher and higherWe drink to our brothers who in this battle have fallenWe hail thee, whom the god`s have callenBack in the village my woman awaits meThe fairest of women with a flaming desireHer grace is to be seen by none but meMy scarred heart is burning like fireTonight is the night of viking`s celebrationA celebration of our glorious victoryA victory that was surely not our firstAnd certainly not the last