Music:
Member Since: 23/01/2007
Band Website: www.volundr.nl
Band Members: Nils: Vocals/Bass
Max: Vocals/Guitar
Rutger: Guitar
Thijs: Drums
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Ancient Massacre
Once,
at the time
the world counted just a few years
A massacre took place
Many lives where lost
But honour dignity and pride
Where victorious
This is the story of an ancient massacre
As the world turned red of flames
humans died by slitted throats
hearts pierced by swords
axes scattered bones
death hang in the air
the valkyries flew over the battlefield
choosing worthy souls
this was the end of an ancient massacre
Arrows
Fly
Through the air
Axes
Brake
Through your bones
Swords
Slash
Through men flesh
Arrows
Axes
Swords ‘n death
As I searched my way to you
Slaying men, with my sword
Dead lay all around
The earth is saturated by blood.
Wounded cry for help
All my brothers have fallen down
the valkyries flew over the battlefield
choosing worthy souls
I finally found who i was looking for
The so called king, who will cry
When i make him kneel and bleed
Till death takes part of him
I reach my hand to the sky
The valkyries flew over the battlefield
choosing worthy souls
But thou shall not become an
Einheri!
Ancient massacre ..............
Arrows
Fly
Through the air
Axes
Brake
Through your bones
Swords
Slash
Through men flesh
Arrows
Axes
Swords ‘n death
Skjaldborg
Marching for days
With brothers in arms
Longing for war
End of the day approaches
We settled our camp
Now drinking our beer
Falling drunken asleep
The battle will come!
A new day has born
The bloodshed has stopped
Longing for more
But now its time to get drunk!
Skjaldborg! (Skjaldborg)
Foes in sight! (Foes in sight)
Raise your shield! (Raise your shield)
ATTACK!
As we are drunk
Not knowing what goes (on)
Their raiding our camp
So we stand up and raise our swords!
The battle is fierce
It takes all our strength
Winning this fight
So raise up your shield
Many have fallen
And many are slain
Drinking for them
We know they’ll go to Walhall!
Remember our friends
Our brothers in arms
Raising our pints
We feast for them once
again!
Skjaldborg! (Skjaldborg)
Foes in sight! (Foes in sight)
Raise your shield! (Raise your shield)
ATTACK!
Hymn to our fallen brothers
Crows fly through the sky
The smell of blood fills my lungs
Screams of the wounded afflict me
But still, I'm looking on
Our brothership was unassailable
Every fight we fought side by side
We carried death and destruction
Our swords where abominated
Fear appeared on faces
Hearts pounding louder then war-drums
Nothing stood in our way
But still, I lost you out of sight
The evening falls over the sky
And still nothing found
Finally, I see your shield
And further away i find your sword
Looking forward to your wounded body
Finally I found you
I grab you and try to wake you
But you stay still
You've left us behind
Astonished I fight on
Carrying death and destruction
My sword even more feared now
Every man slain by my sword
Gets me more savage
I'll send them to you as slaves
Wait for me on the other side!
my spirit is Lost in the tracks of time
My heart screaming of pain
My body torn by pain
A part of me is lost, my brother!
I grab my sword and shield
Walking towards the enemy camp
With me are many brothers
Revenge, our swords will cleave
My lust for revenge still not satisfied
I'll raise my pint for you
I'll make you son become what you demanded of me
I'll protect your wife
With every thing I do
I want to honour you
Every step I make is a
Hymn to my fallen brother!
Suprised by the attack we gain the victory
Blood soaked the earth
Screams fill the air
This will be heard, even in Valhall
Screaming I drop down on my knees
My weapon dropped besides me
My hands pointed at where you can be
Brother, my live will be a hymn to you!
Of our foes
I wait in de frontline
For my foes
I bear an axe In both my hands
But I have no armour on
They storm towards my brothers
And when their close enough
I raise both my axes
And smash them to the ground
My axes form a circle
By the speed, They are swung
My body, Became all red
By the blood of the slain
They storm towards my brothers
And when their close enough
I raise both my axes
And smash them to the ground
The battlefield became red
By the blood
Of our foes
Their bodies
Are torn apart
By the axes that I swing
They storm towards my brothers
And when their close enough
I raise both my axes
And smash them to the ground
My axe has cut open
The stomach, Of a man
A head rolls, On the ground
Chopped of by the blades I bear
Of our foes!
They storm towards my brothers
And when their close enough
I raise both my axes
And smash them to the ground
1 keer niet
Ex-members;
Ewoud: Vocals
Ex-members;
Influences: all good death, pagan, viking and folk metal
Sounds Like: pagan death metal
Record Label: Unsigned
