| Song | Heathen Foray |
| Artist | Falkenbach |
| Album | Heralding - The Fireblade |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Falkenbach, Vakyas | |
| ...In ancient times once rode across the land | |
| A man unknown on a horse of untold grand, | |
| Adorned his cape by thirty runes of gold | |
| Of whom the tales since ages unknown told... | |
| ...The man arrived at the shore of sea | |
| And gazed onto the nightly sky, | |
| His ears could hear and his eyes could see | |
| Two ravens dark as night passing by... | |
| ...In a distance far the thunder sounds | |
| And lightnings reached the frozen grounds, | |
| His breath ran fast, his heart pounded strong | |
| As the day now came, awaited oh so long... | |
| ...Tears will fall and blood will soon be shed | |
| When the dawn heralds the twilight of the day... | |
| Then into battle they will ride with their swords in hand | |
| For a heathenish foray... | |
| ...Countless miles he rode through ice and knee-deep snow | |
| Over mountains 'till the landscape changed its face | |
| So he at last arrived where winds blew strong and chill | |
| Like a welcome to all those who trod this place... | |
| ...He in cape was wrapped, and with his hammer 'round his neck | |
| He forced his way though he didn't saw the path, | |
| But he did not rest, 'till he had crossed this land of chill | |
| And the storm had calmed, when he stood alone on hill... | |
| ...His eyes could see the forrest shining bright | |
| And it's trees reflected solens golden light, | |
| The sound of horns then reached his ears | |
| To welcome him and take away his fears... | |
| ...From all their lands the kings, they came | |
| With their retinue of countless men, | |
| And the maiden in full armour sat on their horses, | |
| Winged, until the right began... | |
| So he rested a while an recovered from his ride, | |
| The horizon gleamed by the mighty northers light, | |
| And the elder ones sang tales about the past, | |
| Of their ancestors pride, that will forever last... | |
| ...As the darkness fell and gone was solens light | |
| The silence ruled amongst the men of heathenpride, | |
| Who gatheren in a mighty battle-line | |
| And awaited their Gods to give the final sign... |
| zuo qu : Falkenbach, Vakyas | |
| . . . In ancient times once rode across the land | |
| A man unknown on a horse of untold grand, | |
| Adorned his cape by thirty runes of gold | |
| Of whom the tales since ages unknown told. . . | |
| . . . The man arrived at the shore of sea | |
| And gazed onto the nightly sky, | |
| His ears could hear and his eyes could see | |
| Two ravens dark as night passing by. . . | |
| . . . In a distance far the thunder sounds | |
| And lightnings reached the frozen grounds, | |
| His breath ran fast, his heart pounded strong | |
| As the day now came, awaited oh so long. . . | |
| . . . Tears will fall and blood will soon be shed | |
| When the dawn heralds the twilight of the day. . . | |
| Then into battle they will ride with their swords in hand | |
| For a heathenish foray. . . | |
| . . . Countless miles he rode through ice and knee-deep snow | |
| Over mountains ' till the landscape changed its face | |
| So he at last arrived where winds blew strong and chill | |
| Like a welcome to all those who trod this place. . . | |
| . . . He in cape was wrapped, and with his hammer ' round his neck | |
| He forced his way though he didn' t saw the path, | |
| But he did not rest, ' till he had crossed this land of chill | |
| And the storm had calmed, when he stood alone on hill. . . | |
| . . . His eyes could see the forrest shining bright | |
| And it' s trees reflected solens golden light, | |
| The sound of horns then reached his ears | |
| To welcome him and take away his fears. . . | |
| . . . From all their lands the kings, they came | |
| With their retinue of countless men, | |
| And the maiden in full armour sat on their horses, | |
| Winged, until the right began. . . | |
| So he rested a while an recovered from his ride, | |
| The horizon gleamed by the mighty northers light, | |
| And the elder ones sang tales about the past, | |
| Of their ancestors pride, that will forever last. . . | |
| . . . As the darkness fell and gone was solens light | |
| The silence ruled amongst the men of heathenpride, | |
| Who gatheren in a mighty battle-line | |
| And awaited their Gods to give the final sign. . . |
| zuò qǔ : Falkenbach, Vakyas | |
| . . . In ancient times once rode across the land | |
| A man unknown on a horse of untold grand, | |
| Adorned his cape by thirty runes of gold | |
| Of whom the tales since ages unknown told. . . | |
| . . . The man arrived at the shore of sea | |
| And gazed onto the nightly sky, | |
| His ears could hear and his eyes could see | |
| Two ravens dark as night passing by. . . | |
| . . . In a distance far the thunder sounds | |
| And lightnings reached the frozen grounds, | |
| His breath ran fast, his heart pounded strong | |
| As the day now came, awaited oh so long. . . | |
| . . . Tears will fall and blood will soon be shed | |
| When the dawn heralds the twilight of the day. . . | |
| Then into battle they will ride with their swords in hand | |
| For a heathenish foray. . . | |
| . . . Countless miles he rode through ice and knee-deep snow | |
| Over mountains ' till the landscape changed its face | |
| So he at last arrived where winds blew strong and chill | |
| Like a welcome to all those who trod this place. . . | |
| . . . He in cape was wrapped, and with his hammer ' round his neck | |
| He forced his way though he didn' t saw the path, | |
| But he did not rest, ' till he had crossed this land of chill | |
| And the storm had calmed, when he stood alone on hill. . . | |
| . . . His eyes could see the forrest shining bright | |
| And it' s trees reflected solens golden light, | |
| The sound of horns then reached his ears | |
| To welcome him and take away his fears. . . | |
| . . . From all their lands the kings, they came | |
| With their retinue of countless men, | |
| And the maiden in full armour sat on their horses, | |
| Winged, until the right began. . . | |
| So he rested a while an recovered from his ride, | |
| The horizon gleamed by the mighty northers light, | |
| And the elder ones sang tales about the past, | |
| Of their ancestors pride, that will forever last. . . | |
| . . . As the darkness fell and gone was solens light | |
| The silence ruled amongst the men of heathenpride, | |
| Who gatheren in a mighty battle-line | |
| And awaited their Gods to give the final sign. . . |