[Intro] In the clinking frosty cold Winds are feisty, trees are old Icy rivers and the fjords Lofty mountains are their wards [Chorus] But the king and all his men Prepare for war, on this terrain All men are hard, their horses steady The swords are sharp, the armor heavy [Verse 1] The scouts return in such a haste Their horses raced, to not be chased A larger army in the west There is no time now for a rest [Interlude] [Verse 2] The men are worried, even fear A battle coming, that is clear A lot are praying to the gods In much despair, to beat the odds [Chorus] And the king and all his men Prepare for war, on this terrain All men are hard, their horses steady The swords are sharp, the armor heavy [Verse 3] The king exclaims, his voice is loud We will prevail, now to the crowd The men now cheer, and even louder Their mood now great, they feel the power [Interlude] [Verse 4] They start their march, in heavy snow The air so cold, and sight is low With horses tired, strongly wheezing Winds are screaming, breath is freezing [Chorus] Now the king and all his men Will go for war, on this terrain All men are hard, their horses steady The swords are sharp, the armor heavy [Drums solo] [Verse 5] And now at last, they spot their foe An army huge, their chances low But here at home, it is their right They blow the horns, and rush to fight [Bridge] Warriors fighting side by side Swinging swords with all their might Battle raging, steel on steel Bloody corpses, greatest zeal [Guitar solo] [Verse 6] Screams as loud as rolling thunder Warriors storm, in battle hunger Hit their rivals strong and hard Men are falling, caught off guard [Chorus] Ohh the king and all his men Are now at war, on this terrain All men are hard, their horses steady the swords are sharp, the armor heavy [Verse 7] Armies battling, struggling hard But heroes stand, already scarred The king in front, it is a rush Now break the lines, a mighty push [Bridge] Warriors fighting side by side Swinging swords with all their might Battle raging, steel on steel Bloody corpses, greatest zeal [Guitar solo] [Verse 8] The other king, his face in shock His eyes in fear, his men to block But not to be, they cut his head The would be conqueror he´s dead [Outro] So the king and all his men Have won this war, on this terrain This land is theirs, invaders flee It is their home, shall always be [Verse 8] The other king, his face in shock His eyes in fear, his shield to block But not to be, I cut his head The would be conqueror he´s dead [Interlude] [Chorus] So the king and all his men Have won this war, on this terrain This land is ours, invaders flee It´s our home, shall always be [Outro] I scream in joy, I cut his head The would be conqueror he´s dead
