Triumph Of Sword And Shield Lyrics

I have stood upon countless bloody fields,
with the might of Nordic swordsmen at my side.
I have heard one thousand screams of death.
By Odin's will 'twas my fate to survive.
Journeys passed and many battles fought,
strong and brave with swords in hand my brothers died.
My longship sails across familiar waves, as the sight
of Fatherland fills my eyes.

Father to sons, tell tales of battles won.
Lands so far and feats of war.
Age to age, this tale shall be told.
Pillaged gold and hearts black and cold.

By triumph of sword and shield, the war-cries sound.
By triumph of axe and spear, victory bound.
By triumph on seas and plain, returneth proud.

Clan by clan, our heroes have come home.
On a quest of many moons they had gone.
Prepare the feast and the mead so they may drink.
Gather 'round so we may welcome them with song.

Father to sons, tell tales of battles won.
Lands so far and feats of war.
Age to age, this tale shall be told.
Pillaged gold and hearts black and cold.

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By triumph of axe and spear, victory bound.

By triumph on seas and plain, returneth proud.
With tankards in hand we sing, the hordes rejoice.

Now this tale is forged in stone.
How we hacked their flesh and bone.
On a path to victory, we build our legacy.
We will surely feast tonight and tell our deeds by fire light.
Of how we changed the tides of war.
To Oath's that we have sworn.

Northern screams are bold and proud.
Let celebration shake the ground.
Men and women join in song and feast and drink 'till dawn.
May the ages know our might.
For ancient Gods we slay and fight.
We have changed the tides of war.
To the Oath we have sworn.

Hail to our brothers, for victory and might!
Bring the feast, much ale we drink tonight!

In celebration, my clans all around me!
My faithfulness has brought great wealth upon me!

By triumph of sword and shield, the war-cries sound.
By triumph of axe and spear, victory bound.
By triumph on seas and plain, returneth proud.