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Our Vinland
(originally Old Albion by Ian Stuart)
The scent of an new mown meadow wafts gently through the bars. The sound of summer harvesting can be heard from afar. The beauty of our Vinland is a beauty hard to beat. But the heart has been corrupted by a change in power seat.
Will we stand and watch them taking our freedom away? Will we stand and watch them taking our freedom away?
Our warriors are slandered and they're thrown into their jails, and kept from all their loved ones inside dungeons deep and stale. They say that "self-defense is no offense" till the law starts with their lies. They send you down for protecting your own, already guilty in their lying eyes. Our hearts are filled with Love and Pride for Vinland is our home, The hills and dales are in our souls and the forests ours to roam. Now we lay back in our cells and we think of the times gone by, We think back on our lives and homes and the friends who wait and cry.
The Road to Valhalla
There is a road and it leads to Valhalla Where only the Chosen are allowed. There is a boy with a dream of Valhalla, A place in the land of the Gods. But in the heart, where the fire burns forever, Where life goes on for those who fell in battle, The Gods are waiting for the moment he falls in the fight, And he will rise when the sun goes down.
He raised high his sword, as he cried out “Valhalla!” His dream had become reality. Tonight he will dine, on the road to Valhalla, Chosen to feast with the Gods. But in the heart, where the fire burns forever, Where life goes on for the might young Viking, The journey has finally come to and end, for the boy. And he has risen as the bravest of them all.
Post je objavljen 19.01.2006. u 00:22 sati.