Tekster: Dethklok. The Lost Vikings.
Riding, and riding, we search across the land
The snow, and wind, has frozen hearts of man
But we ride
We ride
Many days ago we left our homes
With swords to ride into the night
Fighting side by side to destroy our foes
And leave them without life
We stop, consider the land that we travelled
Our map's at home, direction unravelled
But we ride
We ride
Many days ago we left our homes
With swords to ride into the night
Fighting side by side to destroy our foes
And leave them without life
So much time has passed since we left our land
That we've become concerned
And we'll never find the battle
That we should have fought and won
But we won't stop searching
Lost but still we ride
Search until we die
We ride
We ride
Hungry and tired the frigid plain yeilds little
We trudge on further, eating pride and snow that's brittle
We ride
We ride
We come upon a witch who takes us in
To let us share her mighty fire
She asks of us our story and we lie and say
We ride around for hire
She asks us if we'd like to have her map
And points us in some direction
But we are far too proud and strong so we keep silent
And ignore her suggestion
Lost but still we ride
Search until we die
All the fault of pride
The gods weep in the night
Lost but still we ride
Search until we die
All the fault of pride
The gods weep in the night
We ride
We ride
The snow, and wind, has frozen hearts of man
But we ride
We ride
Many days ago we left our homes
With swords to ride into the night
Fighting side by side to destroy our foes
And leave them without life
We stop, consider the land that we travelled
Our map's at home, direction unravelled
But we ride
We ride
Many days ago we left our homes
With swords to ride into the night
Fighting side by side to destroy our foes
And leave them without life
So much time has passed since we left our land
That we've become concerned
And we'll never find the battle
That we should have fought and won
But we won't stop searching
Lost but still we ride
Search until we die
We ride
We ride
Hungry and tired the frigid plain yeilds little
We trudge on further, eating pride and snow that's brittle
We ride
We ride
We come upon a witch who takes us in
To let us share her mighty fire
She asks of us our story and we lie and say
We ride around for hire
She asks us if we'd like to have her map
And points us in some direction
But we are far too proud and strong so we keep silent
And ignore her suggestion
Lost but still we ride
Search until we die
All the fault of pride
The gods weep in the night
Lost but still we ride
Search until we die
All the fault of pride
The gods weep in the night
We ride
We ride
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