The Drunken Orc
Friday, February 8, 2013
Wolfchant: I Am War
I.
The years they past and one day follow the next,
We live withdrawn in the forests 10 years now passed
Since we were attacked and had to flee into the mountains
So I cannot live on, like an animal on the escape
And my son I must convince, we must fight this time
Equivalent this evening I will tell him of my plans
Because he spoke ever more to go into war
He was inspired of my suggestion.
Chorus:
I am war – can you see
I am your force – look at me
I am the fear in our enemies’ eyes
I am the Thunderhawk who never dies
Bridge:
Also the soldiers were inspired of this plan
We want to rather die than our country to lose
We must go to Ashwood, here the clan is weakest
We must convince the inhabitants to fight; we are stronger than ever before
The people must know that a member of the elders is still alive
On a hidden place in the forest we want to met.
Here I will speak to all, the falcon on my arm.
I am blessed by Odin and I will show you the way
II.
Now the night had broken in, 1000 men had met
Oh Odin be by my side, they all must follow me
And Odin appeared Aahr in shape of a falcon
For the years in which you were faithful to me, I will now recompense you
I feel it your power is in me, we will be victorious
Befriends the time is come to stop our pain
Again we all should take the weapons
I be blessed by Odin and I will show you the way
Chorus:
I am war – can you see
I am your force – look at me
I am the fear in our enemies’ eyes
I am the thunderer who never dies
Bornholm - Towering Clouds Over the Fields of Carnuntum
Blood flows from the throat of the mountains,
Black rain falls to the legion's trail
Mist covers the path of our fathers
The path, on we march
The gods are watching me
They are the gods of will
Proud men, proud gods
Mannus... Tuisto...
The world is changing,
Our world is eternal...
I saw the legions of Varus,
Oh, gods, eat their flesh
Tormented for knowledge
Wotan... nine nights
Donar, with pride we walk,
As wolves among sheep
We are the clouds over the fields
We march through our ancient's forests
Allvater, see the trail of the warriors,
Sons of Mannus we are
The twilight has come... the fall of Rome
Black clouds towering over Carnuntum
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