northstar always shines The vast gates to hall up high Shall stand open wide and welcome you with all its within And Oden shall hail us bearers of a pounding hammerheart
Översättning: Bathory. Hammerheart.
the northstar always shines The vast gates to hall up high Shall stand open wide and welcome you with all its within And Oden shall hail us bearers of a pounding hammerheart
: Mother winter leaves our land And opens wide the seas The lukewarm breeze does beckon me As it whispers through the trees It says: Set your sails
: (Father to Son Father to Son Father to Son From Father to Son) Now born my son I name thee After the sound of my Hammer's Beat upon the anvil On this
: Out of the water The cold black Nordic sea Risen towards the eternal sky The land lays open and free Up high the Mountains Where the wind catch its
: I know you watch over me Father of all the past And all that will ever be You are the first and the last The watcher of all that lives The guardian
: One man rode the way through the woods Down to Asa bay Where dragon ships had sailed to sea More times than one could say To see with own eyes the
: God of Thunder Who crack the sky Swing your Hammer Way up high In chariot of gold Ride across the clouds The black storm is unfold Burning mist is
: (Fire and Ice Fire and Ice Fire and Ice Fire and Ice) Born a Son of Nordic tribe Early spring morning I arrived When Sails were set, the Ships all
(Fire and Ice Fire and Ice Fire and Ice Fire and Ice) Born a Son of Nordic tribe Early spring morning I arrived When Sails were set, the Ships all done
(Father to Son Father to Son Father to Son From Father to Son) Now born my son I name thee After the sound of my Hammer's Beat upon the anvil On this
Out of the water The cold black Nordic sea Risen towards the eternal sky The land lays open and free Up high the Mountains Where the wind catch its
One man rode the way through the woods Down to Asa bay Where dragon ships had sailed to sea More times than one could say To see with own eyes the wonder
I know you watch over me Father of all the past And all that will ever be You are the first and the last The watcher of all that lives The guardian
Mother winter leaves our land And opens wide the seas The lukewarm breeze does beckon me As it whispers through the trees It says: Set your sails And
