Woorden:
Arghoslent Bastard Son Of One Thousand Whores

[instrumental]

flames while receiving his cries Painfully accepting defeat Self preservation retreats Cremated alive at the stake Pleas of mercy have been ignored His pain will

The blue cloud of doom Fell upon my land Felt upon my sword Beheading for a feast Our swords covered with blood Beneath the melting sun The praise is

Northmen arrive from the shores of The Baltic and North Sea The tall blond haired warrior With the fierce blue eyes has come Stripped naked to fight Will