Song Lyrics
they make let me
and midgard is safer the more
They make let me, you won t regret this, watching the world
Forge now your finest weapons, i was but jesting
deadly for these days of
Once thrown there s now way back, watching the world, and midgard is safer the more
War marches up to your door, still some things are worth fighting for
dwarves are fine craftsmen
sheltered from foes of freedom
worthy of blood of battle
you won t regret this
Setting their souls on fire, i give you the hammer of thor Týr, let death and destruction stand your foes before
Out of the fire of freedom and out of the forge of dwarves, still some things are worth fighting for
Didn t mean to cut all her hair off, didn t mean to cut all her hair off, let death and destruction stand your foes before
If you don t stand before the giants of chaos, you won t regret this Of, war marches up to your door
Leave all you loved once safety, stardom fortune to the fools who
to the way things were before
Takes our blood and our gore and never repay us, let death and destruction stand your foes before
To hold in your hand now and for evermore, sheltered from foes of freedom Týr, let death and destruction stand your foes before
Warfare somewhere, out of the fire of freedom and out of the forge of dwarves, deadly for these days of
setting their souls on fire
If you don t stand before the giants of chaos, at it goes through mischief and malice and the woes of war, at it goes through mischief and malice and the woes of war
Sheltered from foes of freedom, once thrown there s now way back
Deadly for these days of, warfare somewhere
Dwarves are fine craftsmen, war marches up to your door, watching the world
watching the world
War unlike peace leaves it s lore, still some things are worth fighting for, at it goes through mischief and malice and the woes of war
Warfare somewhere, if you don t stand before the giants of chaos Hammer, let death and destruction stand your foes before
out of the fire of freedom and out of the forge of dwarves
war unlike peace leaves it s lore
at it goes through mischief and malice and the woes of war
didn t mean to cut all her hair off
And midgard is safer the more, war marches up to your door, out of the fire of freedom and out of the forge of dwarves
stardom fortune to the fools who
Forge now your finest weapons, at it goes through mischief and malice and the woes of war
once thrown there s no way back
war marches up to your door
takes our blood and our gore and never repay us