Pretending I ate my Ice cream until the EG People I see Can make us invisible See the things that haven't seen you lately (okay) I was approaching
No means of nourishment We had depleted the storehouse Enlil decrees infertility Wombs are too tight They reached the gate of warriors dwelling A rabble
these changes cannot be undone When you feel the anger inside of you Hold your head high - let your aim be true Though your heart beats like a drum My native
they come to our land they told what to do with power of sword they brought us their lord native resistance! they destroyed the cultures they destroyed
[Lyrics by Frode Glesnes] [Music by Gerhard Storesund] Blackened cinder black blood of wrath Dreadful dominion the pit be prepared Blackened wrath
[Lyrics by Frode Glesnes] [Music by Gerhard Storesund] I've had my courage measured By the great heroic death Behind a grisly image A grim and ghastly
[Lyrics by Gerhard Storesund] [Music by Gerhard Storesund] I am called a noble beast And dim is my name My keen sword forge a noble feast Now rests
[Music by Gerhard Storesund] [Lyrics by Gerhard Storesund] Tell me, Nikar, thou must know The fate of Gods and men When to wield the spear and bow What
[Lyrics by Frode Glesnes] [Music by Gerhard Storesund] In a silvershield of frost Her realm proudly shimmers Icy wastes and massive mist Embraced by
[Lyrics by Ragnar Vikse] [Music by Gerhard Storesund] I have seen through raven's eyes Blood spilt on dwarves-made steel Young men, old men, ready to
[Music by Gerhard Storesund] [Lyrics by Gerhard Storesund] Ridden through the flame The ring be his bane The oathkeeper's brother bid The ringkeeper
[Lyrics by Frode Glesnes] [Music by Gerhard Storesund & Frode Glesnes] Wounded I hung on a wind-swept gallows For nights all of nine Pierced by a spear
re in a different world now, where money and love go hand in hand. But can't you see we share this town, so why should we fight on our native land?
of your shell now that the war is over? Mount up, move on, damn the darkness, speed the dawn, they lost, we won. Try to find your way back home, native
of your tribe A Place you can hide 'Til the war has begun 'Cause in the fields before the flood You'll be spilling blood Like a native son Where
Pump me up, yeah, that's it What's that? [VERSE 1: Laquan] Hear the wrath of my vocab, straight from the rhyme lab Scopin my gold rope but don't attempt
As regarding rhythm to the pulse in the sequence of the musical phrase not in sequence of a metronome, kick your lyrical theory [VERSE 1: Laquan] Mic