Skjeldenland - Enthroned

Thundering through the endless woods

Let by the sound of the Bjallarhorn

They resounded from beyond the Skjeldenland

Clinching with their swords they attack

After hearing the Heimdall’s sign to charge

The sign to ride over Skjeldenland

Ending with the roman dominion

They hail the restoration of the pagandom

Burning down the churches with their pagan fire

They do it with ancestral northern hate

Piling sacred temples of the feeble Christ

They steal the golden call in offering to Odin

Hailing under the blackened skies of Norway

The raven’s claw signed the northern hordes

To charge, to ride all over the Skjeldenland

Claiming their Viking victories in Flanders

As rival they have the Vlanderesns striders

Who are daring to keep the Flemish empire

A silver fullmoon glows on a winter night

Sometimes hidden by clouds and Midgard’s fire

Reflecting and resounding with Thor’s strikes

All over the pagan fields of the Skjeldenland

Freezing, icecold, pagan fullmoon, winter nights

Northwinds are howling like hungry wolves

They victimize, but the Viking horde invade the frozen winter

They pile the profaned churches and hail the pagan fire

Asgardsveien are their paths from the Hordanes land

Rising high their swords, they conquer the Skjeldenland

Hail Skjeldenland!!!