First Blood

I
Two hordes stand in the cold morning mud,
Steel in their hands and shields ready for thud.
Their loud voices rise to the grey northern sky,
To call their gods standing by.

Chorus
O gods of the north, hear our song,
Stand with us now and make us strong.
Guide our hands, let the swords not stray,
Grant us your might on this fateful day.

II
Cold wind moves through shields in the line,
Two hordes are waiting for a battle sign.
No sounding horn, no arrows yet flood,
Both sides are waiting for the first blood.

III
From out of the ranks, two warriors go,
Straight through the mud, eyes locked on their foe.
No shouting voices, no fear where they stood,
All eyes are fixed on the first blood.

IV
Axes swing forward as they close the space,
Steel meets steel in the first deadly embrace.
A thousand men stand silent and still,
And wait to see who will kill.

Strike I
Fight, fight, fight, strike, … for the first blood!

Bridge
A strike, a cut, a slash, that leaves the warriors thrown,
Wounds carved deep in flesh and bone.

Strike II
Fight, fight, fight, strike, … for the first blood!

Bridge
Die ... for the first blood!

V
Steel cuts one man in a brutal arc,
An axe follows quick in a deadly counter-spark.
One man falls hard to the bloody ground,
The other stands breathing with his glory sound.
Then the horns are blown and the shieldwalls flood,
The battle begins with the first blood.

Strike III
Fight, fight, fight, strike, … with the first blood!

Chorus
O gods of the north, hear our song,
Stand with us now and make us strong.
Guide our hands, let the swords not stray,
Grant us your might on this fateful day.

O gods of the north, hear our song,
Stand with us now and make us strong.
Guide our hands, let the swords not stray,
Grant us your might on this glory day.

VI
The war horns blast, the shieldwalls roar,
The hordes start running into the war.
One fallen man in the blood-soaked mud,
The fight has begun with the first blood.

Chorus
O gods of the north, hear our song,
Stand with us now and make us strong.
Guide our hands, let the swords not stray,
Grant us your might on this glory day.

VII
War cries rise as the lines start to run,
Shields and axes all moves as one.
Two roaring hordes crash shield into shield,
No one will turn and no one will yield.

VIII
O gods of Asgard, watch our war-song rise,
Send Valkyries to lift the fallen to the skies.
Let Thor’s hammer guide our swinging blades,
And Freyja bless the bold on these mighty raids.

Chorus
O gods of the north, hear our song,
Stand with us now and make us strong.
Guide our hands, let the swords not stray,
Grant us your might on this glory day.