Raise Your Sword - Thurs

Ride hard for your land

Ride as hard as you can

Never surrender and die

Cause the soul you possess is the soul of your life

Do not ever give in to the enemies lie

Search and hunt every stone we will turn

To find our foes and fight

Tear down and kill and their fortress will burn

They all will see the light

Dragonheads come sailing

Towards the bright white shores

In them holds the warlords

Angry as wild bores

Draw their swords for battle

To fight until the end

They will not give in not ever

They will strike until the end

Raise your sword let the hammer fall

Fight for your right to live

In these pagan times we must fight to survive

We have not our life to give

Raise your sword let the hammer fall

Fight for your right to live

Take the swords you wield

And them in the air

Crush the unworthy shields

Now we cannot be fair

This is no time to yield

Never quit or give up

Defend your lands with all your strength

Strike hard and do not despair

Drink up drink out your sweet mead

Fill up again you horn

We will feast and we will drink till morning

Until another day is born

A sweet cold breeze

From the stormy northern seas

Waves come rolling against razor sharp rocks

Forests of the old mighty and green

At the root of the great mountains

Have so many secrets to tell stories from the past

Endless fields are stretching

Through marshes and mist and fog

Cold snow is poring down painting our lands white

HAIL THE OLD MIGHTY NORWAY

The homeland of the norse

HAIL THE OLD MIGHTY NORWAY

We were placed here with a cause

Ride hard for your land

Ride as hard as you can

Never surrender and die

Cause the soul you possess is the soul of your life

Do not ever give in to the enemies lie

Search and hunt every stone we will turn

To find our foes and fight

Tear down and kill and their fortress will burn

They all will see the light