Battalions disperse at dawn
Leaving a coast of elusive safety
Moving towards days of certain death

Wit the chill of doom in every breath

Through wartorn landscapes

Their march towards doom continues
Burning fields and flesh that cries
Soon enough combat will rise


Scandinavian warmachine
Warriors of the north

Scandinavian warmachine
Dug their heels in and moved to the front north


This Scandinavian warmachine
Conjured to feed a putrid war
They fought and died and crawled and bled

On fields afar viking blood was she'd

Unsaluted soldiers

Of old and deathfilled days
Now burst forth your legacy
And bast in praise