Cold autumn rain beats down on my bloodstained face
In the clouded misty morning sky I see ravens circle
My blade now sheated tasted blood just hours before
On the killing fields of honour pride is measured in war
On the frozen fields of horror we'll avenge their deeds with our steel
With sorrowfilled heart I walk ahead on my nightly patrol
Sounds of battle still echoing in my mind
Reminding me of the night at the coast
When we saw the horde of ships closing in on us in the horizon
Unprepared we were when they came to shore
Waving their swords screaming the name of an unknown god
Burned our villages desecrated our shrines
Replaced our old gods with icons of their false faith
From behind they sneaked on us like the cowards they are
Forced us to retreat in shame
Filled our hearts with pain and rage
You can kill our kin but you can never crush our spirit
The heathenpride in northmen's minds will always remain
Like fire schorced earth we are reborn
With autumns coldest winds we arrive
Proud in our hearts
Unchained in our might we are pure heathen wrath unbound
As I awake from my remembrance
One single tear rolls down to my scarred cheeck
I return to our mountain camp the hideaway of the few survivors
Of their holy massacre
We pray for might our shamans survey the runes
We call forth the elements
To fight along side us on this pagan cause
We swear an oath to old gods：
We will not rest until we find revenge
Until every single soul of those f**king worms sails
The black waters of Tuonela
Yet even Tuoni would reject that scum
Their pitiful souls shall forever be cursed
To haunt these woods at night horizon will burn with thousand fires
Swords shall clatter warcrys echo
Steel shall sings it's merciless song in the gloomy autumn night
Meadows shall be covered with blood foul stench of rotting flesh
Vultures and rats will feast on the corpses of the deceased
Rivers of blood of the fallen warriors severed limbs lying all around
The Gods of War will be satisfied
In the gloomy autumn night
And when the night falls again we proud men of north
Gather around the bonfires
And in the light of the paganfires we sharpen our swords
Saddle our horses and whisper one final prayer to the Gods of War
May the winds hear our cries
May the stars call our names
And when the moon is on the wave
We'll ride to victory or ascend to another plane
We call forth the archaic forces
Summon the elements
We sing our prayers to four winds
Raise our chalices towards the sky
When the fullmoon rises to sky we ride towards our desecrated village
Filled with rage and Ukkos might shouting oaths of battle
Singing songs of war
In the name of Ukko we will send them to Tuonis doors
Berzerk we attack steel singing in the light of the moon
Outnumbered we are but filled with heathenpride
One by one we cut down their troops
Swords swinging in the light of the moon
We remove their icons we crucify their priests to their own crosses
We'll burn their holy scriptures and sink their dismember corpses
To the marshes of the proud northern woods
We have returned the pride of this land
For now and forever
Unchained Heathen Wrath
