Gored

Chorus
Gored but living, pain and cry,
We will not kneel, we will not die.
Take your swords, rise from the floor,
Go, sons of Odin, right to war.

Gored but standing, rise once more,
Spines unbroken although the flesh is torn.
From dying cries our strenght is born,
We take the field, victory sworn.

Gored and slashed, yet we prevail,
Steel and will can never fail.
Fight till death, we will you tell,
The mighty horde, victory hailed.

I
The enemy's lines begin to fall,
Fear spreads wide across to all.
No mercy here, no time to wait,
We fight until their will will break.
No weakness here, no time for fate,
We fight until, the last man breaks.

Bridge
Blood runs cold but honor burn,
The tide of war begins to turn.
The weak will fall, the strong return,
In Odin's halls, their names are earned.

II
Axes bite deep in the blood-soaked ground,
The last hereos screaming battle sounds.
Broken shields lie where the brave have bled,
Blood lies where the fallen are spread.
On smashed legs they crawl ahead,
Refusing fate, denying dead.

Chorus
Gored but living, pain and cry,
We will not kneel, we will not die.
Take your swords, rise from the floor,
Go, sons of Tyr, right to war.

Gored but standing, rise once more,
Spines unbroken although the flesh is torn.
From dying cries our strenght is born,
We take the field, victory sworn.

Gored and slashed, yet we prevail,
Steel and will can never fail.
Fight till death, we will you tell,
The mighty horde, victory hailed.
The field is our, the foe is gone.
The mighty horde, victory won.
The battle is done, the foe is gone,
The mighty horde, victory won!