Blood Heritage

Blood is life
from an ancient spring it still runs pure
Blood is ages
past where gods of old gave us pride
Blood is fire
burning us with liquid red
Blood is death
taking us to our golden halls
Strength is ours
for the strong have the right to rule
Without fear we rule
for the weak and scared will always fall
We are the chosen
We come with the tide
Pray to your false gods
for we will not heed
Our blood holds the rage of the northmen
Two centuries of fear from the seas
Behold the dragons of the north
Behold the dragons of the north
Gods watches us
but interferes not us mortal men
Faith not needed
for the strength of your deeds will be judged
Blood is fire
burning us with liquid red
Blood is death
taking us to our golden halls