40 Fell from Our Lucian... by GUNGNXR

Lore:
An empty throne lies still for only a moments pass. The Confessor's death welcoming a new crowned head. And so begins the race for power and control over the earth he owned. 300 dragons fly across the water in favor of their King, carrying husband's and fathers, wives and mothers, to a sealed fate, an end of an era.

Intro/pre-verse:
Where words have failed, so came the language of the blade.

Verse:
Dagaz, Ehwaz, Ansuz, Thurisaz
A day full of fallen men
Fighting for what they thought was right.

Valkyrie armor like stars in the sky.
The halls overflowing with mead tonight.
Bodies left to the earth
Death is a gift, it breaks the curse of our birth.

Hook:
300 wooden dragons taking flight.
Only 24 returning home.
As the Norns would weave our lives.
Like the basket of our very being.
One final plunge into the depths of war.
We're at deaths door.

Verse 2:
Wars are won in the mind
Before they're won in the fields
It's a shame I've spread yours
The crows will eat well
There he lurks, among chaos
He waits but death does not
Harbinger of fate, he stands
A wall, is he, unmoveable.
Relinquish fear in deaths embrace.

Hook:
300 wooden dragons taking flight.
Only 24 returning home.
As the Norns would weave our lives.
Like the basket of our very being.
One final plunge into the depths of war.
We're at deaths door.

Breakdown:
Blås i horn.
Og i årene som kommer vil beinene deres gjødsle jorden.
Og med det vil jordene virke som snø.
Hold den broen.
Shieldwall.
Feed the Gods.

Hook:
300 wooden dragons taking flight.
Only 24 returning home.
As the Norns would weave our lives.
Like the basket of our very being.
One final plunge into the depths of war.
We're at deaths door.

Hook P2:
The day that bridge stood still
One man stood outnumbered.
His death came from beneath his feet
But not before 40 fell.

• Deathcore
• Metal
• Metalcore
• Norse Folk
• viking death metal
• viking metal
• Minnesota