Victory

Nothgard

So many times you’ve heard those lies 
So many times you’d like to cry 
Dazzled by their wrong words 
Perverted by their feign believe

We are calling can’t you see 
We are the storm which was set free 
To break the chains they create 
And enforce the dawn of a new day

We are the void you couldn’t find 
Follow us into the light 
We are the crowed you’re calling for 
Follow us once more

Sing with me my friend 
And pass by the dark end 
Come with me, I will you guide 
Trust me I’ll fight your strike

I feel our victory 
And see those bastards slain 
Our wrath is unleashed 
Stoked by their deeds

I feel our victory 
Savor our agony 
I see their misfire 
Brought down by heathen might

An institution built on lies 
A site of sand in the abyss of the waves 
Lord of the feeble tormentor of the weak 
Bastards of the cross I call you 
Die! Die! Hear my spell 
Burn! Burn! In your hell 
Redemption-idiocy 
Feigned and lied