Album : Nordland
Clean Lyric
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Brother, we did cross the raging sea
Our fathers, has watched our trail for long
Battles, many we fought, side by side
Through foreverdark woods we did ride

Now your journey has reached the end of its trail
For today was a fine day to die
We shall meet again in great hall in the sky
And shall be until the end of time

We shall meet again in great hall in the sky
And shall be until the end of time

Sailing, the wind was strong against your face
Fighting, great battles we did win
Offering, the winterblot, a sacrifice
Open wide, the gates, to let you in

Brother mine, in battle beaten, not slain
Hall up high awaits you, come eternal life
Stricken down, o brother, this was your day
Rest you now, we will meet again

Stricken down, my brother, this was your day
Rest you now, we will meet again

Close your eyes, lay still, no more pain
Washed away, your blood, a gentle rain
The blood shed is blood of mine

Flames, your pyre, reaching high in the night
Sound the horn of bronze, it is time
Goddess of warriors to call

Rise and stand, my brother, whole again a man
Walk down golden aisle in hall up high
Take your seat, raise your cup, eternal life
Forever a Northern son

It is told, ancient tales
A great hall awaits a fallen brother
Brother, we did cross the raging sea   Our fathers, has watched our trail for long   Battles, many we fought, side by side   Through foreverdark woods we did ride      Now your journey has reached the end of its trail   For today was a fine day to die   We shall meet again in great hall in the sky   And shall be until the end of time      We shall meet again in great hall in the sky   And shall be until the end of time      Sailing, the wind was strong against your face   Fighting, great battles we did win   Offering, the winterblot, a sacrifice   Open wide, the gates, to let you in      Brother mine, in battle beaten, not slain   Hall up high awaits you, come eternal life   Stricken down, o brother, this was your day   Rest you now, we will meet again      Stricken down, my brother, this was your day   Rest you now, we will meet again      Close your eyes, lay still, no more pain   Washed away, your blood, a gentle rain   The blood shed is blood of mine      Flames, your pyre, reaching high in the night   Sound the horn of bronze, it is time   Goddess of warriors to call      Rise and stand, my brother, whole again a man   Walk down golden aisle in hall up high   Take your seat, raise your cup, eternal life   Forever a Northern son      It is told, ancient tales   A great hall awaits a fallen brother