Voice of Wilderness

Attack forward you Nordic boy, fire to the balls. Attack without fear through the enemy lines, attack and let it burn. [Chorus:] Here we had built our cottages and saunas, from the swamp we have shoveled our fields. Nobody can take it away from us, not for free, and that's for sure. [Chorus] We eat iron, we shit the chain, we never let them live. Gunfire pounded night after night, and then all was quiet there. We saw the forest full of bodies, nobody could escape. And horses' carcasses among with the bodies, and everywhere they're burnt. [Chorus 4x]

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

I was born in a deep forest, I wish I could live here all my life. I am made from stones and roots, my home, these woods and roads. All my life I loved this sound, of the woods all around. Eagles fly where the winds blows free, journey is my destiny [Chorus:] Free, free as a journey man, Feel, heat in the moonlight. [Chorus] Ragged trousers, rucksack in my back, narrow road behind me, I never look back. Long way is in the past, as in front of me, hunger keeps me going, I don't care where it leads, fire burns under my feet, journey men pleasure and destiny. Sky is black, stars shows me the way, moon whispered how to keep my faith. [Chorus 4x]

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025

They rode, those two hundred men, narrow roads, through this dark cold land. They burnt all villages, they raped and destroyed, took gold, silver, and coins. They burnt all villages, they raped and destroyed, took gold, silver, and coins. Taxes to King was their mission, but pain and sorrow they left behind. They drank all booze, they stole and killed, fields in flames, and families without homes. They drank all booze, they stole and killed, fields in flames, and families without homes. Men with their golden swords. Horses' armoured heads. Iron harassed hard. Blades of weapons slashed. In silence the village lie down, hearts bleeding morbid sorrow. One man of these men of the death, one man, broke down. Down he went with insanity, down man, lunatic. Down he went with insanity, down man, lunatic. He lit the fire under the house, you could only see his feet. He burnt away his insanity, Burnt away those memories. He burnt away his insanity, Burnt away those memories. Men with their golden swords. Horses' armoured heads. Iron harassed hard. Blades of weapons slashed. In silence the village lie down, hearts bleeding morbid sorrow.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025

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He never speaks, but he understands. Thinks higher than a man. He's living in the northern lights, in winter everlasting. He travels around, big drum in his hand. And he knows what you have in your mind. There's always wolf within, that leads him down, and back. [Chorus:] Spirit! (spirit of the forest) Hiding in those northern lights. [Chorus 2x] He has long waited for the right moment, storm of colors rages in the sky. Beware, never whistle to the northern lights, or it curses you to the woods of ever night. There's only one, who can really set you free, and it's spirit of the forest's old white wolf. But it's hard to track, you'll never found footsteps. It will find you, if you are really blessed. [Chorus 4x]

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

The waves of lake splash, and pines hum. The frost of the north hurts, Finnish grief it sings. Woods bleak and stony, unlit, there my mind rests. There I will forget the pain, stars and moon us bless. [Chorus:] O my native land, stand proud, facing the future. Your were never broken down, banished into the night. O my native land, stand proud, facing the future, you will never be broken down. Not weather can frighten us, not to shrivel us winters. Not the cruelty of the woods, take our blood and life. Frothy rapids roar, and the hills high. Woods of pine and forests of birch, over the wide rocks. [Chorus]

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025

[Chorus:] Hunting is going on, we are a part of the wilderness. Hunting is going on, only the fast will survive. Hunting is going on, we are a part of the wilderness. Hunting is going on, only the fast will survive. In the forest we prowl, hard searching for deers. Hunger croaks in our stomachs, our eyes like the wolves. We run after meat as the possessed, and we kill without pity. We rejoice and we laugh when the deer falls, hunting's more than killing for the food. [Chorus] Away they will not get, those four legged, not even the smallest one. We live in the forest here only fast ones live, only strongest will survive. We run after meat as the possessed, and we kill without pity. We rejoice and we laugh when the deer falls, hunting's more than killing for the food. [Chorus 2x]

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025

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From evening to morning, and morning to evening, I wanna drink, something stronger than a man. From evening to morning, and morning to evening, I wanna drink, 'cause that's what I am. [Chorus:] Beer, beer! I want beer, from beer I get really drunk. Beer, beer! I need more beer so much I pass out. Beer, beer! I want beer, from beer I get really drunk. Beer, beer! I need more beer so much I pass out. For beer I'm working, for beer I'm fighting. For beer I'll do, whatever I have to. When drunk I'm talking, when drunk I'm joking, when drunk I can be as I've always wanted to be.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025

Old tale about the girl, and the poor farmer boy, their time together flamed. It couldn't last forever, they knows it well. So they took from the moment, everything. So they took from the moment, everything. Said father to the maid, it's time to go, you'll marry my chosen one. He's rich enough and so religious, he's the lord of all known. He's the lord of all known. Who is the chosen one, asked girl with sad eyes. He's a lord from the west, he is to you the man best, but the girl was sad as a child. He's a lord from the west, he is to you the man best, but the girl was sad as a child. The girl carried the farmer's child, and father noticed that. "You'll die!", he yelled. "You'll die as a whore!" "You belong to the gallows!" "Then I'll bury you and your sins!" The boy heard, that girl got hung. He took the sword, and cut her father's throat. Then he rode to the chasm, and fell down to his death, there he met his bride and sons. There he met his bride and sons. Who is that little one, who you embrace? He is your sweet son, and come with us, we are now here together forever. He is your sweet son, and come with us, we are now here together forever.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

[Suomeksi] Niin hilijaisen näen hilijaisen näen kulkeen niin mustan. Niin tumman mustau hiljaisen näen surussa kulkevan. Kädet on siipinä, niin on kädet suojana suojana siivet silmäin. Surun silmäin, kädet siipinä eessä mustan hunnun. Kulkueen näen länteen hiljaa, niin lipuu hiljaa länteen. Kulkueen niin tumman leskein, niin mustan nuornain leskein. Jol kädet siipinä, suojana silmäin kädet siipinä leskein. Jol kädet siipinä, suojana silmäin kädet siipinä leskein. Hiljaa kuulen surun laulun kuulen laulun katheran. Hyrinän hyisen leskein kivun tunnen kivun kuoleman. Näen minä tumman taivaan, palavan taivaanrannan minä nään. Tuulesta kuulen hyisen huuon sodan kylmän huuon. Tuulesta kuulen hyisen huuon sodan kylmän huuon. Tuulesta kuulen hyisen huuon sodan kylmän huuon. [English] So silent, I see, oh so silent. I see the procession so black, oh so dark, so black. Silent I see the procession of sorrow. Hands as their wings, shielding are the hands, shielding the eyes are the wings. The eyes of sorrow, hands as wings, in front of the black veil. I see the procession westbound, silently gliding westbound. The procession of widows so dark, so dark the young widows, whose hands as wings shielding their eyes, hands as wings of the widows. Quietly I hear the song of sorrow, I hear the song so bitter, humming of the frozen window, I feel the pain, the grief of death. I see the dark sky, the horizon burning I see. I hear the chilling call in the wind, the cold call of war, the cold call of war, the cold call of war.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025