The Conquering of Hirsir - текст песни
The Conquering of Hirsir
At the break of dawn
The gods above and below
Blow their harns
The dark mist lies low
Above the moisty ground
Gods summoning their gathered hordes
In declaration of war
We partake in massive bloodshed
Whilst the remaining freeze and die
Unshorn warrior behold the burning
Lovely it is the flames burning Hirsir
A lonesome cry echoes through an almost cloudless sky
One god has fallen from high heaven ground
Human parts and weapons lie scattered
As blood freeze to solid ground
Yes pagan souls be witness
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