The Glorious Dead

Set on destruction you march to war To conquer and submit You brought your legions to our doorsteps Now you will suffer defeat See them march, their banners high They will all fall in the forest Varus legions, a thousands of men Their blood will flow in Teutoburg forest Barbaric might, Roman pride It will be their final hour All shall die, gruesome deaths Let none of them flee to Rome Arminius, lord of war Roman blood will flow Arminius, lord of war Fall of the eagle (x2) No retreat No where to run History will remember Germanic warriors Storms the field With a blood thirst and hunger On this fray Where thousands die The eagle will fall to the ground Bodies pile in the mud Let none of them flee to Rome Arminius, lord of war Roman blood will flow Arminius, lord of war Fall of the eagle (x2) Varus your quest stops here As your step on barbarian soil Soldiers of Rome despair Watch your empire in flames Hear the screams The stench of death As flames rise up higher Legionnaires Caught with fear Fights like rapid dogs Without orders Their tactics fail The eagle’s wings will snap Qui Desiderat Pacem Praeparet Bellum This ends tonight Arminius, lord of war Roman blood will flow Arminius, lord of war Fall of the eagle (x2)

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Forward! Forward! Forward! The sons of Thor ride to war. (x2) Thunder roar Hooves they pound Begin the charge The sons of Thor Ride to war Vicious and vile Flee to your church You cowards of faith We light your homes and fields A pyre will blaze With burning flesh We are the lords of death Forward! Forward! Forward! The sons of Thor ride to war. (x2) Giants march Across the field The ground shakes Tremble with fear Weak are the lambs That fall by our hands No warriors nor men All that awaits are slavery A life by the whip Vikings from north Lands on their shore With a thirst for blood A battle-horn sounds Begin the charge Ready your selves for the fight Forward! Forward! Forward! The sons of Thor ride to war. (x2) Stone cracks As horses ride Our destiny As iron collides By our axe and sword We defend our land From the armies of Weaker men Odin hear our roar Lead us into victory Let our sword strike true Let us crush our enemies Forward! Forward! Forward! The sons of Thor ride to war. (x2)

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Warm blood on my hands The sound of screaming in my ear Rifle in my hand gaze opon the battlefleld Brothers fight by my side Hold the battle line Against a blood red tide See the bodies of our young In the trenches we defend As enemies decent The trenches roar A world at war Choose your side The victor is Written in blood Live or die Our legacy Written in blood In muddy fields we charge Through gore, blood and bile Trenches reek of death Were oil on borrowed time Brothers fight by my side Hold the battle line Against a blood red tide See the bodies of our young In the trenches we defend As enemies decent The trenches roar A world at war Choose your side The victor is Written in blood Live or die Our legacy Written in blood Ignite the war machine Cannons roar in my head We are the korps of death The trenches roar A world at war Choose your side The victor is Written in blood Live or die Our legacy Written in blood

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

They were brought From their homelands Bound and in chains Condemned to fight On the sands till None would remain But as they fought Again and again in Spite of the odds They rose up high Remade into beings To rival the gods Screaming Crowd Thirsting for Bloody end Hear their roar Raise your sword Blow by blow Earn your life Slay your foe Behold the glorious dead Titans amongst men Bow down to the glorious dead Legends carved in steel Thus remade The arena Now as their throne Their mountaintop Their domain of Glory unknown There they lived Legends growing Till their last breath By worthy bands They would meet their Glorious Death Sereaming Crowd Thirsting for Bloody end Hear their roar Raise your sword Blow by blow Earn your life Slay your foe Behold the glorious dead Titans amongst men Bow down to the glorious dead Legends carved in steel Cut by a thousand blades Blood and death as their wives Shedding their life's blood Till Charon arrives Behoid the glorious dead Titans amongst men Bow down to the glorious dead Legends carved in steel

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Slagmarkens jord I kamp for vort land Marchere vi stolt Til valhallas sal Pille regner mod vort skold Flammerne står højt Intet knækker vores mod Vi kæmpe bravt og hårdt I horisonten skimter vi Morgendagens lys Ved daggry tiden slipper op Ved gjalderhornets lyd Odin hør min bøn' Lad mig få en krigers løn For min æres død Trygt i valkyriers skød Kulden bider i vort kød Denne vinter nat Fjenden stormer mod os nu Vort skæbne den er sat Ingen frygt bland vores mænd Bedst som slaget brager Hvis vi falder denne nat Til Odins sal vi drager Alle mand vil dø Denne vinter nat Alle sværd som et Dette sidste slag Odin hør min bøn' Lad mig få en krigers løn For min æres død Trygt i valkyriers skød

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Fire Scorches the sky Raining down Burning the ground Soldiers Born to war Charge the shores And Nazi fines We are your conquerors your sole demise Were here to seal your fate and take your life By cold steal and guts we charge your lines Your tyrant rule will fall and drown in fire We stand firm Side by side As cannons They roar Blood spills red On the sands As soldiers Push forward Wound Blood soaked ground Bodyparts Scattered around Thunder Roars in the air Bombshells fall Tearing the ground We stand firm Side by side As cannons They roar Blood spills red On the sands As soldiers Push forward The occupations will come to an end When the smoke clears from the air Europe will be free once again Their gasp will be forces open Allies Nations wide Will rid the world From subjugators Hate Fuels this war As they land on the shore Of Normandy Wc stand firm Side by side As cannons They roar Blood spills red On the sands As soldiers Push forward

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Shields and swords Upon the field Blood is in the air On this day We shall see Our enemies flee in despair Their bodiesfall As we swing our swords Blood is everywhere Death is coming From the east No osee will be spared The land to the west Where gold flows free Ah there will be left Are the flames of Lindisfarne Dragon ships From the north A raging viking horde Shall ascent On our bornes And bury them in smoke Your weak god and foolish prayer Will give nor peace or solace At the edge of our blades Your gods will answer with blood The land to the west Where gold tlows free All there will be left Are the flames of Lindisfarne Women and thralls Riches of gold All ours to take From the house of god Church bell climes As the run from the sight of us The block the halls To hold us out We bury them in flames From the flames of Lindisfarne Rich are we as kings We will raid kill and steal Till there is no more The land to the west Where gold flows free All there will be left Are the flames of Lindisfarne Women and thralls Riches of gold All ours to take From the house of god

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

I grab my axe and take a breath The ritual has begun On this day where 1000 die We will make our sacrifice See them run Cut them down Kneeling rats in the dirt Snap their necks Now This is our blood sacrifice This is our blood sacrifice No place for the weak In the hall of the slain Odin's ravens soar Above us this day No chance to submit Our axes meets flesh Blood will be spilled For Odins praise Sent them to their grave With blood spattered blades As they fall blow by blow Behead their king And steal their throne We stand as one on this dark night Here we shall make our sacrifice This is our blood sacrifice This is our blood sacrifice Blood for blood Our ancestors call Blood for blood Accept this offering Now Odin our father Grant us your strength See the rivers running red Hear the screams Of a thousand dead Heads will roll from their neck Odin accept our sacrifice This is our blood sacrifice This is our blood sacrifice

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

He lives to dominate He lives to kill Desolation in his wake God emperor of man He lives to dominate He lives to kill Dragon of bate Violent and cruel Paragon of corruption See the Murderess viper Like a hungry wolf Tracking down his prey He rips the world apart through bone and flesh The time has come to reap Divinity as his crest The day turns red As shadows decent Heir their anguish This is the end Paragon of corruption Fear his burning wrath Torture and death awaits For all in bis path He rips the world apart Through bone and flesh The time has come to reap Divinity as his crest The day turns red As shadows decend Hear their anguish This is the end For I am poison that sets you free Give yourselves on to me I take both gold and flesh All mine to be Act upon my every need Behold my divinity The day turns red As shadows decend Hear their anguish This is the end God emperor of man The Blight of Rome Conqueror of sea and man Depravity thy name God emperor of man The Blight of Rome Inflicted by lunacy As poison to the throne Once a kind ruler, shattered into madness

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025