Graveland
Album • 1995
This track is instrumental.
The frost tries to reach us with its cruel, cold hands the cold witheness hurts our eyes and we still march with wind in the face. We follow the trace of blood in the snow yesterday we burnt two villages we killed women and children heads out of the bodies of priests we impaled on our wooden socle The blood of hideous monk is still getting blacker on my axe their temple burnt and we fed a fire with their corpses my brothers are marching silently the great frost turns their hearts to ice the warm blood will bring the life back to their bodies Another christian village is near those who escaped showed us the way by the blood from their wounds we must deal them a deathblow before wolves get them on the horizon behind us the black smoke appears on the sky on the hills, full of trees wolves observe us they´ll leave the hills and follow us as soon as the day is over
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025
We attacked with thousand swords our banners were streaming under clouds at the gates of christian capitol The wide river of blood was flowing. We attacked with hate in our eyes Their request for mercy was nothing for us they had no respect for our ancestors today is not a day for mercy. We attacked and golden palaces collapsed. Christ´s elected ones paradise was burning. Their golden bells were tolling the last hour The last hour of christian rulers in pagan Europe We are just blessed soldiers from the depths of unbaptized forests. Barbarians in wolfish skins. And we had pleasure to burn the Vatican Gods returned and now they are with us. Spirit of war possessed our souls. Our swords want to fight with our moves. Its a great feeling to spill the blood in the basilica. Herds of ravens fly between the clouds They´ll come to the earth when we go away They´ll eat food we prepared They´ll drink blood we have spilled Epilogue: The vengence will be cruel blessed by gods and spirits. In self defence of fatherland. Vengence done by our hands brining cruel death for enemies.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025
Raptured with murder thirsty for blood I walk between the corpses of my enemies My shield beats back the strikes My sword crushes the heads blood covers my face. My scream reaches the sky Our horde attacked from the hills In the fog of dust and smoke, enemy strewed us with arrows few brave warriors died the axes were shining horrible Crossing with the swords the warriors without shields Had to die hopelessly the dying men were screaming around trampled by the fighting hordes it was enough for me. I was loosing my mind But i still was killing... The night came soon... I heard a horrifying sound of horns Our horsemanship will attack soon We must leave the battlefield fast Heil moor asferoon... In the name of the moon Under the heavy hooves those who were too strong for us will die...
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025
They came from the south In the sunshine Covered by the black hoods With crosses in their hands False sons of the false god They built their temples Burnt forests and woods Placed the black crosses and ordered to worship dead Desirous of rules sons Of desirous for rules god We were killing them Crushing their bodies Burning them alive Drawing them in their rivers We are attacking their temples Raping the women They were dying hopelessly Their blood fed our earth Where is a god that lead them there? Is he afraid of our swords? Damned god! Our warriors will get him in hell!
I was a child when they took me away from my family I remember long and frosty winter and people looking hopelessly for food from this ancient time our cruel lord ordered us to look as dogs eat christian children we were standing together and cold wind was freezing our faces our blood was hot we learned to worship death we were the children of his favourite herd future warriors, future wolves our cruel lord ordered us to drink human blood ordered us to eat human flesh I got my first sword I couldnt take it up easy But i had to take it up because I would be meat for dogs I know the true code of life spartan way of life, and draconian laws I've grown as a warrior close to nature, close to roots now i'm the cruel the last of the cruel lords herd When i was a child, i knew the cruelty I learned to hate everything I loved.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025
We were born on battlefield Under thunders of hate We are beasts of war We are bloody fury War is our destiny That fulfils our souls We are pagan forces Of unholy union We don't know what mercy is Our hearts are frozen eternally
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025
Cruel coldness turns my heart to ice heavy snowy clouds, covered the nightly sky Snow is falling, wind is blowing and its cold. Blood in my veins got stopped, woulded i await my last hour hen the snow covers my body when the icy ship takes me to the land of the gods. A dream makes union with reality cold snow hurts my eyes The forest is far from here and my horse is dead I lost my last battle victory was so near.... in the snowy bed I found my peace Now I'm waiting for drackar Gods promised me it will come soon Blood in my veins got stopped, woulded i await my last hour hen the snow covers my body when the icy ship takes me to the land of the gods. A dream makes union with reality cold snow hurts my eyes The forest is far from here and my horse is dead I lost my last battle victory was so near.... in the snowy bed I found my peace Now I'm waiting for drackar Gods promised me it will come soon
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025
This track is instrumental.
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