Doomsword In The Battlefield Lyrics

In The Battlefield Lyrics

Dust clouds arise from the english ground

The smell of blood pierces the
brain

Running in charge towards the castle walls

I hear my heart
beat down in my throat

I know the Battle joy!



As my sweat
drops into my eyes

A rain of arrows whistlles in the sky

This icy
air freezes our blades

And wet our beards with a morning rain

Blood, it's on my face!



Odin guide my sword!



As
some vikings bolts pierce the walls

We bring the ram towards the gate

Warriors proudly die under english fire

Tha ram claims for its path of
death

Thunderous is the crack!



I awaited for this glorious
moment

I can now enter the fortress crying the charge

My axe cuts
some english heads

While the city of Jorvik cries its swansong

Captured is the king!



Odin guide my sword!