Battleborn 歌词

Born of a harsh land Children of the north Forged by the wild Tempered by the cold Honorbound and merciless Feared by all who oppose Sons of the allfather They march into battle with pride Battleborn Hear the cries of havoc No fear or remorse With fury of the storm Baptized in blood Marching with heads held high Echoing their warcry Striking fear into The hearts of the foe Born again in the heat of battle Their true nature is revealed When the turmoil subsides Only the strongest remain Battleborn Hear the cries of havoc No fear or remorse With fury of the storm Baptized in blood With animalistic rage Fire in their eyes Spreading fear in the hearts of the weak Dreaded are the norsemen Who feel no pain The chosen men of the gods On the eve of battle With ravens two Watching over whom Courage holds true The allseeing eye Favors the brave Over scorched fields they march No mercy for the defeated Death is certain No odds to grim Cries of anguish Their everlasting hymn