Wolfmare - Web of War lyrics

(I) We weave the web Vast as the great storm Warriors to die Blood spilled on that cloth Steel of the spears Woof of the red blood For merciless battle Web has been weaved Web has been weaved Of bowels of human Plummet will be On the bench made of sculls Hackle of iron And pins of arrows By bloody spears We weave the web In the realm of war tomorrow Feel no grief and feel no sorrow To the realm of d**h we follow Warriors sailing to the west With the thousand swords tomorrow k** your pain and k** your sorrow To the halls of mirth we follow Let us follow our fate (II) Hjortrimull, Hild, Sanngrid and Swipull Bared the swords And weaving the fate Broken the spears And broken the shields The dogs of war Have bitten them in Landlords will come From the lands far away New king will come From kingdom so far Brian the Koenig Is cursed and is doomed Sigurd the Earl Crucified on the spears In the realm of war tomorrow Feel no grief and feel no sorrow To the realm of d**h we follow Warriors sailing to the west With the thousand swords tomorrow k** your pain and k** your sorrow To the halls of mirth we follow Let us follow our fate (INTERLUDE) Weaving and weaving The colors of battle Young and brave Koenig Was wielding the flag Forward we rush And ride to the battle Friends side by side Their lives we shall crop Weaving and weaving The colors of battle Follow the Koenig The king young and brave Hendull and Hunn Follow him closer Blood on the shields And nothing they see Weaving and weaving The colors of battle Forward they rush The warriors brave Life of the Koenig Quest for the honor We are to choose To live or to die Irish are doomed And bitter their fate Revere them Hail them forever We weaved the web And blood on the field Honored but dead Remembered for years (III) Fear and grief But watch at the skies Running across Blood-red storm clouds Warriors' blood Has filled all the air We celebrate As the Valkyries Glorified tune Of king young and brave Hear us and tell To people elsewhere Bear the sword Riding wild horse Fulfill the fate Of Eire and Norse In the realm of war tomorrow Feel no grief and feel no sorrow To the realm of d**h we follow Warriors sailing to the west With the thousand swords tomorrow k** your pain and k** your sorrow To the halls of mirth we follow Let us follow our fate