1. Gerstenat (With Brim-Filled Pints)

Drenched in blood, so will be our fatherland.
In moonlight the battlefield lies beckoning,
That raises spirits with sword in hand.
A new day is dawning, a day of reckoning

And as the earth began to tremble, as the fights warred a far.
So take another cup of ale my friend and listen well...

2. Mournful Beauty

We steel away into the night,
I hope this never ends.
Together dancing,
Around the fire,
To the sounds of folk,
In enticing carousel.

So come my beauty.
Follow me into the night.
Door de bossen van mijn Vlaanderen.
Voor altijd een plaats in m'n hart.

But why are we here?
In this oppressed land.
See the landscape,
Once so glorious,
Now dominated,
By wreaths of smoke.

So come my beauty.
Follow me into the night.
Door de bossen van mijn Vlaanderen.
Voor altijd een plaats in m'n hart.

See my house,
Built for children and wife.
Now totally destroyed,
So...

Come with me, fight with me,
Or flee with me to the higher North.
Come with me, defend with me,
The place where we ever lived.

I'm not making plans
To give this away
This mournful beauty
So...

Come with me, fight with me,
Or flee with me to the higher North.
Come with me, defend with me,
The place where we ever lived.

Come with me, fight with me,
Or flee with me to the higher North.
Come with me, defend with me,
The place where we ever lived.

3. A Day Of Reckoning

Low, my children, what do I see?
Your brothers and sisters on the warpath.
Forgiven are all your earthly sins.
Make way for honour and valour in your soul.

What is this, this run we're on.
A race known as the human one.
Many have died and many have killed.
Innocent blood is remorselessly spilled.

Our land is beseeched by conflict.
Far in the distance blow the horns of war.
Travel beyond the mountains of peril.
With faith and courage in your heart.

The party is weary.
Long days and nights take their toll.
The howling winds are beckoning.
The earth trembles beneath their feet.

The last sun sets and the fire roars.
A banquet, a feast for all and eye to see.
Tonight we pray to all the gods of lore.
With open eyes and heart we accept our fate.

Drenched in blood, so will be our fatherland.
In moonlight the battlefield lies beckoning.

Hark, my brethren, lend me your ears.
Today, on the battlefield we face our destiny.
Yonder, over the mountains in the east.
A new day is dawning, a day of reckoning.

March over the meadows, march over the plains.
Over the hills and far away.
With raised spirits and sword in hand.
Onwards to battle, onwards to war.

4. Lovon

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5. Thor's Hammer

The forests echo with prayers in the night.
The sound of grinding is heard.
We breathe the silence before the storm,
Awaiting the final word,
We are ready for war...

Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori,
We're fighting for our people who are yearning to be free.
The great halls of Valhalla, free me from this earthly maze,
No escape from Odin's everlasting gaze.

Surrender now, we don't have to fight.
Turn back now, you don't have to die.

The sun opens my drowsy eyes, the wind breathes in my face.
I'd rather lie here in the grass, in this peaceful place.
Battle orders from above, come from the powers that be.
I'll fight till death and show these dogs we Vikings never flee.

Surrender now, we don't have to fight.
Turn back now, you don't have to die.

Death and destruction, we'll reap the whirling wind.
I'll close my eyes and think not of this war we're fighting in.

Behold our godly might.
We'll bring Thor's Hammer down.
United we stride and make a stand.
Before we rest down in the ground.

Behold their mind's dark endless.
Mankind has ceased to be.

Surrender now, we don't have to fight.
Turn back now, you don't have to die.

Surrender now, we don't have to fight.
Turn back now, you don't have to die.

Invaders, usurpers,
Leave now from this land!

Take heed, boy, your feeble words cannot relinquish you from death
War's the only tongue you understand, so that is what shall be...

6. Verdoemenis

Te krakend ende vermorzelend voer ik strijd
Voor het vaderland
Het breken van de dageraad
Roept om bloed
Door wil en macht, verbreekt de band!

Al hier is mijn eind
Hier ga ik dood
Ik vecht tegen tijd
(Mijn) Lot is verloot

De zon verblindt mijn ogen
Door zijn schild
Al flitsend streeft het zwaard
Recht naar mijn hart!
Fortuna wenkt mij naar haar zij
De grillen van't lot zijn ondoorgrondelijk
Fatum's marionet!

De weg des levens
Is bezaaid met verleiding en zonde
Geboden, verboden, autocratie
Wijkt niet of ge gaat ten onder!

De waarheid zij verdoemd
Tot in de eeuwigheid!

Ge gaat ende staat waar ge wilt,
Vrije wil is een illusie.
Wij zijn allen met elkaar verbonden,
Verdoemd, zelfs voor en na de dood!

De noordenwind brengt mij weer tot leven.
De klaagzang van verwrongen metaal
Weerklinkt in de holtes van mijn geest.
Stijg op met de eerste zonnestraal.

De geur van bloemen en (de) feestschalmei
Dringt door (en) dan realiseer ik mij
De zinnen van't leven, als ramenscherven
Komen nog samen, nog voor ik ga sterven.

Voor mijn vaderland
Wil ik sterven

7. As I Die...

As I hold my breath,
With my hand on my heart.
I face the wind,
Carrying your scent, tearing me apart.

I gaze at the landscape,
For a sign of life.
I close my eyes,
As I reach for my knife.

Come my friend, fight no more.
Free yourself from this tortured life.

My blade, shimmering in the sun,
Bringer of light.
Sits poised in my hand,
Feeling my might.

As it turns, gleaming, flashing.
I look to the sky.
Freedom awaits me,
So I must die.

Come my friend, give up now.
Free yourself from this tortured life.

Falling, spiralling down,
Descending into madness.
Deciding my own fate,
Leaving this world of hate behind.

Far away, I hear an echo.
An angels voice is calling me.
Carried on the whispering winds.
It reaches me before my blade.

Falling, spiralling down,
Descending into madness.
Deciding my own fate,
Leaving this world of hate behind.

A song flies through the valley.
In my mind I recognize.
A familiar chant, so close to me.
I cannot fathom this impossibility.

Come my friend, give up now.
Free yourself from this tortured life.

Is this real.
Or is it a dream?
I hear my beloved call.
Shall I yet be redeemed?

Hope on the horizon.
As I hold my breath.
Though I can't see my love.
I no longer choose death.

The fool! He fails to see,
My gift of immortality.
I shall make him understand,
Or I shall burn his fatherland.

Falling, spiralling down,
Descending into madness.
Deciding my own fate,
Leaving this world of hate behind.

Freedom!

I will not die!
You will now die!

8. Gerstenat (The Last Sip)

Door hebzucht verjaagd
En dorpen belaagd
Zitten we hier
In deze herberg
Waar niemand ons had verwacht
Bij de gloed van 't vuur en gerstenat

Het komt wel goed, dat zei je
Maar mensen zijn verhangen
Huizen verbrand
Een plaats van verlangen
Door dood overmand

Hoor de liere, de luit
De schalmei
Dans toch mee, dans mee met mij
Want ik blijf hier
Met m'n gerstenat
Ja, ik blijf hier
M'n beste vriend

Laat al onze zorgen bezinken
En je stem weer klinken
Neem m'n hand
Alleen wij twee
Bij de gloed van 't vuur en gerstenat

Nu het gelach verdwijnt
En de stilte verschijnt
't Ontwaken van de dagen
Dronken als we zijn
Ver weg van het venijn

Hoor de liere, de luit
De schalmei
Dans toch mee, dans mee met mij
Want ik blijf hier
Met m'n gerstenat
Ja, ik blijf hier
M'n beste vriend

9. Epilogue

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