Thousand Years of Oppression
He hung on the windswept world treeWhose roots no one knowsFor nine whole days he hung there piercedBy Gugnir, his spear
Swimming in pain he peered into the depthsAnd cried out in agonyReaching out he grasped the runesBefore falling back from the abyss
He gave himself unto himselfIn a world of sheering painSo that we all may live our livesBy the wisdom that he gained
You doubted him, and spread their liesAcross the world, with sword in handYou raped our souls, and stole our rightAll for the words of mild-mannered man
You listened to mild-mannered godAnd put your faith in deceitful wordsYour powertrip was paid by bloodIn kindness' name you spilled our blood
I refuse to submitTo the god you say is kindI know what's right, and it is timeIt's time to fight, and free our minds
Let me die without fear!As I have lived without itSo shut your mouth and spare my earsI'm fed up with all your bullshit
After a thousand years of oppressionLet the berserks rise againLet the world hear these words once more:"Save us, oh lord, from the wrath of the Norseman"
Our spritis were forged in snow and iceTo bend like steel forged over fireWe were not made to bend like reedOr turn the other cheek
He grasped the runes, they're ours to use