Hammer of Dawn

Interludium

Armata Strigoi

Crimson Thunder - 20 Year Anniversary

Hearts On Fire

- X - Live in Iberia

Ala Germanica (Live Version)

Lyrics:

Out from Nifl's veil, I now walk free.
Born dead, my world was winter's decree.
Now I wander alone with ice under tread, 
Seek the lies in bone to grind for my bread!

Frosted fury, and Nauthiz glow bright, 
In this endless cold gloom-winter's night.
With my blade in hand, I'll claim my prize,
Victorious, beneath darkened skiiiiiiies.

Yeeeeeaaaaaaaaah! 
A foe! A creature of night, 
Frozen and fierce, a challenging fight.
In the whipping storm, our battle ensued, 
An un-yielding clash, with one of Garmr's brood!

Frosted fury, Nauthiz burn bright, 
In this endless cold gloom-winter's night.
With my blade in hand, I'll claim my prize, 
Victorious, beneath darkened skiiiiiiies.

The ice runs red, my battlefield muse, 
A grim dance of death, with nothing to lose.
Proud standing tall, as the fury unfolds, 
I am winter's child: let my story be told!

Through pain and cold, I won't back down, 
Steadfast, resolved, I seek his crown.
Haunting and bloody, in ice and snow.
I took the head, of my first foe!

Frosted fury, Nauthiz shines bright, 
A great bloody testament to winter's might.
With blade in hand, I claimed my prize,
Victorious, under darkened skiiiiiiies.

Concept

Frosted Fury

Lyrics:

From high mountain peak, I spy down below!
The Dwarves are marching to war!
Long axes in hand and heaters on back.
Vanguard quickens pace – while some, draw their bows!

Enemy spotted: a horde of black troll,
Drums of the earth-born; Dwarf ranks to steam roll!
They begin to fan out, on shields there's a crush
For wave after wave, troll bones are made mush.

Hear them cry out, a roar of the brave!
Charge in to glory, their victory or grave!
Here in the Dwarf lands, they rush out to war.
To slaughter the trolls, and gift death to the moor.

The battle-scape reddens, as troll-scum shriek,
An honourable fight –  Dwarf lands – theirs will keep,
Marching on rhythms of ancient code law,
For blood and for earth, for their kinsmen they swore!

Under Dwarf banner, great strength they display
So hearken to tales of Dwarf heroes today!
Pushing the line they work through the mud,
Seek ground in advance, dry; yet with blood.

I give my cry out, a call to the brave!
To share in their glory, for valour or grave!
Here in the Dwarf lands, I rush out to war.
To slaughter the trolls, and gift death to the moor!

The sea of Dwarf soldiers parted the way.
Then beckoned and hurried, to the front line I raced!
Together with Dwarf friends through chaos we'll thrive,
Else in Valhalla, our names will survive!

The shield wall calls out, their flank may yet cave!
For their share in the glory, it's the lives of the brave!
So at front of the Dwarf lines, I rush over to aid,
For in slaughtering trolls, Dwarf sacrifice made!

With left flank collapsed we flounder in mud,
Trolls keep on coming, midnight is their blood.
We hack and we slash - fight through to dry land,
Encircled, cut off, by thousand strong band!

What thundering noise yet manage to hide?
Look low to the west! A galloping stride!
Out of the grasslands, they ride to our aid!
Heroes on ponies! Dwarf Shetland Brigade!

All Dwarves cry out, a call to the brave!
Charging to battle, their glory - troll grave!
Here in the Dwarf lands, on Shetlands to war!
Trample the trolls, and gift death to the moor!

All Dwarves cry out, a call to the brave!
We charged in to battle, our glory - troll grave!
Here in the Dwarf lands, on Shetlands to war!
Trampled the trolls, gave death to the moor!

So there they rode, that Shetland Brigade,
And flanking the trolls, helped win us the day!
On short legged ponies, out of tall grass,
Dwarf mounted warriors, kicked black troll arse!

Now all Dwarves cry out, a drink for the brave!
In heart of the fight, our friends their lives gave!
And here in the Dwarf halls, with Shetland Brigade;
We honour the dead, lest their memories fade!

Now all Dwarves cry out, a drink for the brave!
In heart of the fight, our friends their lives gave!
And here in the Dwarf halls, with Shetland Brigade;
We honour the dead, lest their memories fade!

We honour the dead, lest their memories fade!

The Fighting Fifth (Charge of the Shetland Brigade)

Lyrics:

(Chop and hack,
Chop and hack,
Chop and hack,
Chop and hack.)

In mountain depths where echoes dwell,
Anvil hammers beat the tune,
Dwarven hands forge tales to tell,
Twin axes bite in twilight soon.

Náttgangr and Blóðfrystir
A fallen star now gold adorned,
Ice from Nifl; tempered chill,
Dwarven chants, incant with thrill.

Frost and shadowed Axe! They sing,
In molten dark, then frosted ring,
Mighty weapons for mist-god's hand,
Forged by dwarves so skilled and planned! 

(Chop and hack,
Chop and hack,
Chop and hack,
Chop and hack,
Serve the Fimbul,
In the black,
Chop and hack,
Chop and hack.)

Blóðfrystir with winter's might,
Freezes foes in blizzard fright,
Rune-carved handle, under rime,
A tethered link to Hel’s blood: chime.

Náttgangr; shadows wield,
Bearing night where darkness yields,
Eternal bond with Hodr’s son,
Unseen strikes from shades begun.

(Chop and hack,
Chop and hack,
Chop and hack,
Chop and hack.)

(Chop and hack,
Chop and hack,
A gift repaid,
The troll blood back,
Chop and hack,
Chop and hack.)

With each swing a force unleashed,
A dance of shadows and icy ghosts,
Twin axes held in grip so tight,
The child becomes eternal night!

(Chop and hack,
Chop and hack,
Chop and hack,
Chop and hack.)

Blóðfrystir the Frost-Weaver, 
Summon blizzards, send limbs to soar,
Blue in shimmer, silver shine,
Leave wounds that seep a frozen gore.

Frost and shadowed Axe! They sing,
In molten dark, then frosted ring,
Mighty weapons for mist-god's hand,
Forged by dwarves so skilled and planned!

Náttgangr, the Shadow-Cleaver, (Chop and hack)
Dances darkly, not here nor there, (Chop and hack)
Blackened blade and hilt of gold, (Chop and hack)
Track its path both ground and air! (Chop and hack)

Ice from Nifl; Bloodfreezer bind,
Runes – from underworld – for kind.
Hewing bone Nightwalker's placed, 
A second strike where shadows traced!

Frost and shadowed Axe! They sing,
In molten dark, then frosted ring,
Mighty weapons for mist-god's hand,
Forged by dwarves so skilled and planned!

In the hands of mist-god: scored,
Shadowed cold ne'er seen before.
They sing their tale in battle's hymn,
Twin axes; winter, a mist they bring!

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