1. 24th Of September 1155

Awakening At Dawn, To Horns Alarming Call.
Ships From The West Had Been Seen Heading
Towards Us. With The Sign of Cross They Would
Come To Enslave Our Land. In Vein They Spill Blood
Because Blind They Are To See. We Never Will Be
Slain, Our Heritage Will Always Remain.

Over These Hills
Along These Lakes,
In The Spirit of These Woods,
In Wind They'll Hear Our Call.

They'll Feel It In Their Heart As It Flows Through
Their Veins. With Northern Pride And Honour Will
Northmen See True From False. And False Men Will
Not Long Rule These Lands. There Will Come A Time
When Northmen In Our Spirit Will Draw Their Blades
Again...

No Matter How Outnumbered We Saddled Our Horses
Took Our Swords And Our Shields.
And Towards The Seashore Each one Headed.
Soon Realized Our Foes That We Can Not Be
Persuaded To Their Will.

But Neither Are We Here To Die.
We Came For Our Honour And For Our Heathen Pride.
After First Horse Galloped Ahead No Steps Were
Taken Back... Berserk We Fight!

And We Ride Forth,
And We Ride Forth,
Until Last of Us Will Fall.

2. Troll And Tom

Troll Sat Alone on His Seat of Stone,
And Munched And Mumbled A Bare Old Bone;
For Many A Year He Had Gnawed It Near,
For Meat Was Hard To Come By.
Done By! Gum By!

Up Came Tom With His Big Boots on.
Said He To Troll: "Pray, What Is yon?
For It Looks Like The Shin o' My Nuncle Tim,
As Should Be A-Lyin' In Graveyard.
Caveyard! Paveyard!

"My Lad," Said Troll, "This Bone I Stole.
But What Be Bones That Lie In A Hole?
Thy Nuncle Was Dead As A Lump o' Lead,
Afore I Found This Shinbone.
Tinbone! Thinbone!

Said Tom: "I Don't See Why The Likes o' Thee
Without Axin' Leave Should Go Makin' Free
With The Shank or The Shin o' My Father's kin;
So Hand The Old Bone Over!
Rover! Trover!

"For A Couple o' Pins," Says Troll, And Grins,
"I'll Eat Thee Too, And Gnaw Thy Shins.
A Bit o' Fresh Meat Will Go Down Sweet!
I'll Try My Teeth on Thee Now."
Hee Now! See Now!
But Just As He Thought His Dinner Was Caught,
He Found His Hands Had Hold of Naught.
Before He Could Mind, Tom Slipped Behind
And Gave Him The Boot To Larn Him.
But Harder Than Stone Are The Flesh And Bone
Of A Troll That Sitsz In The Mountains Alone.
As Well Set Your Boot To The Mountain's Root,
For The Seat of A Troll Don't Feel It.

Tom's Leg Is Game, Since Home He Came,
And His Bootless Foot Is Lasting Lame;
But Troll Don't Care, And He's Still There
With The Bone He Boned From It's Owner.
Doner! Boner!

3. Lores Of The Forgotten Ones

For Ages Have Inquisitive Minds
Endeavoured To Enter These Woods
To Seek The Secrets of Our Sorcery.

But Those Who Trespass These Forests
Can Never Leave Her Alive.
Many Have Tried To Escape The Sea.
But Seas Are In Control of Our Might.

And The Storm Will Rise,
And Th Seas Shall Roam
And All Their Ships Will Sink
Now Only The Sea Whispers The Name
Of The ones Who Judged Their Wicked Fate.

4. Paganheart

Glittering Mails To Warriors High
Strongest Blades To Men of Steel
Blades Upon Which We Shall Rise

We're The ones With The Paganheart
Proud Is Our Spirit,
Our Will Is Hard
We're The Ones With The Paganheart
To Conquer Back What Once Was Ours

Blades Which Will Cut Your Throats
Endowed With Unimaginable Strength
We Will Reduce You To Silence...

And So The Night Became And The
Battle Begun
One By one We Cut Down The Enemies
We Are Less In Number, But Our
Will Is Strong As Steel.
And So We March Under The
Banner of Ancient Pagan Empire!