Venomtongue - Einherjer

False peace

None my friend in word

Battling bards

None my friend in word

Bloodshed

Ill nature comes to pass

War gods

Ill nature comes to pass

Loke

Untame venomtongue

No ward on words of blaming tongue

Loke

Stinging venom song

No heart, no hope for venomtongue

No heart, no hope for venomtongue

In dismay the One-Eyed gazes

With a grave brow

On the friendship of old

With a bleeding heart

In eyes of cold

Hating, despising

Dawned decay of bloodline alliance

No use to dwell

On a friendship of old

Let the elder spite

And disgrace unfold

Blaming, lying

Enchained

With the guts of your long gone son

Tearing fangs

On the guts of your long gone son

Silence

Come the holy hammers woe

Bones undone

From the holy hammers woe