Vanir - Gods of War lyrics

[Vanir - Gods of War lyrics]

Our pagan ways will not die
From our fist the North unites
Cross and God we defy
They shall fear our battle cry

Gather warriors the raven calls
White Christ's followers will kneel or fall

Ready your sword axe and spear
Let God's lambs bleed out in fear
Just like rats they swarm our lands
Cross at their neck and book in hand

Foolish idol feeble minds
To no honors they fight and die

We call there odin
We call there tyr
We call there freya
Gods of war



From the soil of the North we are born
Pagan heart will beat ever strong
We answer their God's weak demands
With fire in our hearts and sword in our hand

Crows gather to pick the bones
Fallen brothers and butchered foes
Tonight we drink from skulls of foes
Upon a pile of Christian bones

We call there odin
We call there tyr
We call there freya
Gods of war

From the soil of the North we are born
Pagan heart will beat ever strong
We answer their God's weak demands
With fire in our hearts and sword in our hand

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