Heathen Fist: The Sleeping Legions


How sweet and peaceful is their slumber
Blood of their lives
Escaped from their veins
Through the wounds of battle

The bravest of the brave
Fought with relentless fury
Until the last of them
Was cut down

They were taken to the wargods hall
Where glory and honour
Are uphold as the greatest virtues of all

There they sleep
Right next to the wotans own
The ancient ones
Who unleash hes fury at hes will

They are the ones
True legions of netherworlds
Greatest warriors of all
Who ever walk the earth

They never truly sleep
And never truly die
Rip their enemies apart
And devour their souls

And now its their time again
To be released
From their chains of fire
To come out and show the world
The power of the wargods will