He

hung

on

the

wind-

swept

world

tree

Whose

roots

no

one

knows

For

nine

whole

days

he

hung

there

pierced

By

Gug-

nir,

his

spear

Swim-

ming

in

pain

he

peered

into

the

depths

And

cried

out

in

a-

go-

ny

Rea-

ching

out

he

grasped

the

runes

Be-

fore

fal-

ling

back

from

the

a-

byss

He

gave

him-

self

u-

nto

him-

self

In

a

world

of

shee-

ring

pain

So

that

we

all

may

live

our

lives

By

the

wis-

dom

that

he

gained

You

doub-

ted

him,

and

spread

their

lies

A-

cross

the

world,

with

sword

in

hand

You

raped

our

souls,

and

stole

our

right

All

for

the

words

of

mild-

mannered

man

You

lis-

tened

to

mild-

man-

nered

god

And

put

your

faith

in

deceit-

ful

words

Your

po-

wer-

trip

was

paid

by

blood

In

kind-

ness'

name

you

spilled

our

blood

I

re-

fuse

to

sub-

mit

To

the

god

you

say

is

kind

I

know

what's

right,

and

it

is

time

It's

time

to

fight,

and

free

our

minds

Let

me

die

with-

out

fear!

As

I

have

lived

with-

out

it

So

shut

your

mouth

and

spare

my

ears

I'm

fed

up

with

all

your

bull-

shit

Af-

ter

a

thou-

sand

years

of

op-

pres-

sion

Let

the

ber-

serks

rise

again

Let

the

world

hear

these

words

once

more:

"Save

us,

oh

lord,

from

the

wrath

of

the

North-

men"

Let

the

world

hear

these

words

once

more:

"Save

us,

oh

lord,

from

the

wrath

of

the

North-

men"

Our

spirits

were

forged

in

snow

and

ice

To

bend

like

steel

for-

ged

o-

ver

fire

We

were

not

made

to

bend

like

reed

Or

to

turn

the

o-

ther

cheek

He

gras-

ped

the

runes

They're

ours

to

use