Thousand Swords
(Graveland - 1995)







1. Blood Of Christians On My Sword
2. Thousand Swords
3. The Dark Battlefield
4. Born For War
5. To Die In Fight






1. Blood Of Christians On My Sword

The frost tries to reach us,
with its cruel cold hands
the cold witheness hurts our eyes
and we still march with wind in the face.
We follow the trace of blood in the snow
Yesterday we burnt two villages
We killed women and children
Heads out of the bodies of priests
We impaled on our wooden socle(?)...

The blood of hideous monk
is still getting blacker on my axe
Their temple burnt.
And we fed a fire with their corpses
My brothers are marching silently
The great frost turns the hearts to ice
The warm blood will bring the life back
to their bodies...

Another christian village is near...
those who escaped showed us the way...
by the blood from their wounds...
we must deal them a deathblow
before wolves get them
On the horizon behind us
The black smoke appears on the sky
On the hills, full of trees
Wolves observe us
They'll leave the hills and follow us
as soon as the day is over...






2. Thousand Swords

We attacked with thousand swords
Our banners were streaming under clouds
At the gates of christian capital
the wide river of blood was flowing
we attacked with hate in our eyes

Their request for mercy was nothing for us,
they had no respect for our ancestors
today is not a day for mercy.
We attacked and golden palaces collapsed.
Christ's elected ones paradise was burning
their golden bells were tolling the last hour
the last hour of christian rulers in pagan europe
We are just blessed soldiers
from the depths of unbaptized forests
barbarian in the wolfish skins
And we had pleasure to burn the vatican!
Gods returned and now they are with us
Spirit of war possessed our souls
Our swords want to fight with our moves
Its a great feeling to spill the blood in the basilica
Hers of ravens fly between the clouds
They'll come to the earth, when we go away
They'll eat food we prepared
They'll drink blood we have spilled
Epilogue : the vengeance will be cruel
blessed by gods and spirits
In self defence of fatherland
Vengeance done by our hands
bringing cruel death for enemies.






3. The Dark Battlefield

Raptured with murder
thirsty for blood
I walk between the corpses of my enemies
My shield beats back the strikes
My sword crushes the heads
blood covers my face.
My scream reaches the sky
Our horde attacked from the hills
In the fog of dust and smoke,
enemy strewed us with arrows
few brave warriors died
the axes were shining horrible
Crossing with the swords
the warriors without shields
Had to die hopelessly
the dying men were screaming around
trampled by the fighting hordes
it was enough for me.
I was loosing my mind
But i still was killing...
The night came soon...
I heard a horrifying sound of horns
Our horsemanship will attack soon
We must leave the battlefield fast
Heil moor asferoon...
In the name of the moon
Under the heavy hooves
those who were too
strong for us will die...






4. Born For War

I was a child
when they took me away from my family
I remember long and frosty winter
and people looking hopelessly for food
from this ancient time
our cruel lord ordered us
to look as dogs eat christian children
we were standing together and
cold wind was freezing our faces
our blood was hot
we learned to worship death
we were the children of his favourite herd
future warriors, future wolves
our cruel lord ordered us to drink human blood
ordered us to eat human flesh
I got my first sword
I couldnt take it up easy
But i had to take it up
because I would be meat for dogs
I know the true code of life
spartan way of life, and draconian laws
I've grown as a warrior
close to nature, close to roots
now i'm the cruel
the last of the cruel lords herd
When i was a child, i knew the cruelty
I learned to hate everything I loved.


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