1. Shores Of Finland

We were sailing towards
the unknown in the open sea
after the storm, our hope was lost
in the raging waves but
my old faith was never so strong,
my viking heart don't fear the fate!
Under Leif's christian command
full of wild grapes was the land
to which we approached
and tried to live but no more
hydromel was in our horns
our viking hearts don't fear the fate!
Twice a winter, we messed our beloved.
Praying the lord,
Leif sought a blessing for our souls
Under his sign we abandoned our folks,
now we are ready to unfurl the sails
Naglfar the ship will not have our nails,
our viking hearts don't fear the fate!
Twice a winter we missed our beloved,
to these shores our hearts do not belong!
Our ship devours the ocean waste
the sea is the nature on which we where born
approaching our bay resound the viking horn
the hammer triumphant,
the cross now is torn,
my viking heart still has faith!
Twice a winter, we missed our beloved
who did enlight the way to return?
Mighty Thor bring me back home.

2. Onward Into Battle (On The March Again)

We chose our destiny
Fianna is the name
for which we shall live
to which our souls we give
once again to the battle we march
blow after blow
swords spreading death
witness your glory or
your mates' last breath.
March! March!
We answer the call of the king,
from far you can hear
the army that sings
"Victory we bring!"
Lamp fires await for the dawn,
coward would me the attack
Glory awaits when the sun
shines bright.
March! March!
On the march
On the march again
On the march,
On the march!

3. The Doomsword

He walks among strangers' eyes
hearse of his unknown presence,
the world is still confused
and the balance was changed
by the DoomSword
the dark shape will rise,
a demon at side
the DoomSword will fall
on the world
the bell of fate sounds its toll,
the DoomSword.
For the whole world will fear
the sign and the name of the lord
who bears the DoomSword!
Resign to the blade
which in hell was made
your soul is safe no more
it can't be your choice:
"Bow to the sword!"
listen to the doom
and knell to the sword,
the blade rose tall it's now ruler,
ruler of all for the whole world will fear
the sign and the name of the lord
who bears the DoomSword.
for I am your god and you must obey,
I am the king, war I will bring,
follow me or be my pray,
be my pray!

4. MCMXIX

If you look to the east,
On the ways of pilgrimage,
You can still see the trails,
Which they left behind.
Deserted sands on the slopes
of what once where hills,
hide a mystic mystery,
the quest for the holy research.
Nine knights for none years
piercing the ground they all disappeared,
a secret plot disguised as holy quest,
nine knights did want to disappear.
As above so below of the temple
was the law, see the stars that shine
upon dark shapes behind the cross
What was found has now been lost
Arcane knowledge they obtained
what they finally left be
kind is what chosen few can see.
Nine knights for none years piercing
The ground they all disappeared
a secret plot disguised as holy quest,
nine knights did want to disappear,
nine knights, one might!

5. For Those Who Died With Sword In Hand

I look to my land this one,
the last time should be a desperate deed
I will mire my blood with sand,
the steel is now in me this cold blade
that gives me death
and all I see is the blood
from my wounds,
blinding me,
the death which I will have
should grant me the glory I sought
for my breed shall proclaim
how glorious was their elder one,
this is my end
I proudly mix my blood with sand...
No! Do not crave for those
who died with sword in hand,
I look to my land this one,
the last time should be a desperatate deed
I will mix my blood with sand
my battle ends here
every one witnessed I had no fear
with honour I fought
don't cry for those who died this way,
the death which I will have
should grant me the glory I sought
for my breed shall proclaim
how glorious was their elder one,
this is my end
I proudly mix my blood with sand,
No! Do not crave for those
who died with sword in hand.

6. The Youth Of Finn Mac Cool

We were roaming through the Black head
hungry and tired looking for food,
when we saw an old and thin deer
and we dreamt cooked flesh with beer,
we held in tight in our hand the spear,
like the mind it fled with its fear.
Nine warriors were at my side,
everyone incarnation of pride
together with my two hounds for that day,
still no food we had found,
with our usual defiance
the hunt carried on for more preys
thirsty spears shone.
Warrior and bard poetry
runs through your heart
enchant and dazes you
lower your blade.
On our path we boldly walked forth
when a red braded deer
from the north swiftly stood
before eager eyes,
to attack we all mobilized,
but even the hounds stood still at my cry:
"Leave that deer for he should die!"
Baffled eyes turned towards me
All admired my pure ecstasy,
with calm I sang my poetry
for its beauty my will should let be,
with my words all hearts were bestowed,
poetry's power I mystically showed.

7. Resound The Horn: Odin's Hail

A black host descends
omen of the end
fury and pride at Odin's command
just the mountains can dare to stand,
hordes of the gods
almighty force
foreign invader surely won't prevail
the army that cried loud Odin's hail.
It doesn't matter how much
I shall suffer to live
to condign my poor soul
in your mighty hands
I long for that moment my life
I shall give and if I die in this battle...
Let hammer commence!
Black mist now protect us
From unfaithful eyes,
the attack to the cross
and its god will surely succeed,
steel at my side, banners up high,
ancient words from the Gods
I pronounce the Viking war-cry:
Odin's hail, it doesn't matter how
much I shall suffer to live
to condign my poor soul
in your mighty hands
I long for the moment my life
I shall give and if i die in this battle...
Let Battle commence!
"This is the dan for which I was born,
I blow my last breath into the horn,
to the halls of Valhalla
I know finally
my last words are
Odin's hail!"