Utlagr

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1. INTRO / HAG'DIK

(Instrumental)




2. OUR LAST DAYS

The green waves strand above us
Who slumber in the bay
Washed by the tides of time
That swept our race away.

Our land lies stark before it
As we to alien axes,
But,ah! the love we bore it
Outlasts the crawling years.

Ah! the sweet smiles of our wives,
The lure's of soft golden sigh,
The great door's of walhalla!
When dawn was in the sky...

Our cities-dusty ruins
Our drakkars-deep-sea slime
Our ancestor's spirits, forgotten




3. UTLAGR

Hròlfr utlagr
Outlaw of norway!
Honorable mercenary,
Victory or the land of the gods!

Rollo the walker!
Outlaw of norway!
Seeking for adventure.
Victory or the land of the gods!

From the land of fjords and mountains,
A man of ice, a mighty warrior.
Son of rognwald and rahgnilde,
He risked his life to conquer the land of the frank.

In 911,
He received a piece of land,
He created normandy,

Land of the northmen.

Rollon le marcheur,
Outlaw of norway!
Honorable mercenary,
Victory or the land of the gods!

Some people said,
That he turned away
His eyes from asgard...
But as a man of conviction,
He stayed true to the faith of thule!

Son of the north,
Made of fire and ice!
As odin seeking wisdom,
Utlagr the outlaw was searching for glory!




4. NORMANDY

In 820,
The face of northern france,
Have changed for the rest of is history.
Coming by the sea,
The raging men from the north!

The pagan fury
Is upon the christian land,
"By the hammer of thor,
This piece of earth will be ours!"

Swearing by the names of thor and odhinn,
The vikings plundered,pillaged,raped and slaughtered up Untill 911.
The treaty of saint-clair-sur-epte,
Gave the life to my fatherland!

Birth of a nation,
Built by a group of fearless sailors
By strong and brave women.
This is the first days of my country!

The pagan fury
Is upon the christian land,
"By the hammer of thor,
This piece of earth will be ours!"

Normandy!

Au plus profond de mon être,
Est gravé le souvenir de mes ancêtres.
Cette terre païenne conquise par la hache et l'épée,
Restera un symbole de notre fierté!




5. I REMEMBER

In our world of illusions, of false prophets and luers.
Our folks only know the sour taste of submission
And the empty speech of some alienated dreamers.

I look to the past
Where's our pride?
Our strenght to create and built?
We are reduced to following an afraid herd of headless Sheaps.

Mother europe! your children fall into corruption,
Alife of decadence and illusions!
The concept of identity has been annihilated.

I remember-our wide forest, cradle of my race,
Temple of my ancesters.
Mother europe! my children will remember,
The glory of our folks,
The storie of our motherland!

I remember-the wisdom and courage of our gods,
The beauty of our goddess!
Atavistic vision!

Help us...woden!
We are the solution,
Against the decline of the western empire!




6. VERDEN

Today,
5000 people will die.
A death of honour
A holy sacrifice to the gods!

Verden!
This name will haunt,
The christian memory.
A shameful souvenir of disgrace!

With woden by their side
The saxons are ready to die.
At the Irminsul's foot
Will flow the blood
Of the forest child!

Forgiveness,
We don't know this word.
In the pagan memory
Will stay the souvenir,
From those victim,
Of the god of the south.

Those children, men and women,
Have chosen to die on their feet,
Than obeying on their knees.
Verden!