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The Trooper (1993)
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[Originally performed by Iron Maiden]

You'll take my life but I'll take yours too
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd better stand there's no turning back.

The Bugle sounds and the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath
As I plunge on into certain death.

The horse he sweats with fear we break to run
The mighty roar of the Russian guns
And as we race towards the human wall
The screams of pain as my comrades fall.

We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
And the Russians fire another round
We get so near yet so far away
We won't live to fight another day.

We get so close near enough to fight
When a Russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds take my horse below.

And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My body's numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
Without a tear I draw my parting groan.


. . .



Yes, I am here
Here at the landscape of my dreams
And what's this perfection?
I feel immortality next to me
I have lived my life in your arms, mother
now I'm back to show my gratitude
Take my life, I know that I'm worth of you
And I'll live again and I will live
through the Elk!

Now speak, Serpent, with my tongue
tell them what you think
infiltrate the venom in their veins.
Brother Wolf, take my mind, use my hands for thee
and lead the way to Hall-up-high - take their lives
Take back what is yours!
I've set this sacrifice
(And now we dance
here in this circle of flames
We praise Your Might
We praise Your power to live)

Fresh as the North Wind
You blow right to my heart
Warm as the South Breeze
my blood now covers the sand
and on we die!

We have lived our lives in your arms, mother
Now we're back show our gratitude
Take our lives, if you think we're worth of you
and we will live again among the sheep.
as the Wolves!

Now speak, Hedgehog, with my tongue
tell them what you want
and take revenge for a million lives
Sister Swan, spread thy wings, your enemies are mine
and let live those who are worth of you
taste our minds


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In the dark... in death
Eyes can't see... I cannot feel
No voices... no light... no existence
A dreamlike void surrounds me

silence... emptiness... peace of mind... in death

In emptiness...
I focus my thoughts on my life
In death I have the time to think of the past

Solitude...
won't break my peace of mind
Because here I must dwell eternally

In memoriam...
For the one that once was me
Entombed remains
A gravestone marks I've passed away...
(Sacred... to the memory of myself)


. . .


A gathering in the cold, in the North, in the dark lands of Pohjola
Where the sun had not been crossing the sky nor seen for centuries...

We were brought together by oaths we had once sworn - by blood...
...once together drawn...

We had gathered all our forces
Called together all the heroes
Equipped a hundred swordsmen
And a thousand men with crossbows

Strengthened by hate and the thirst for the enemies' blood
We lay in wait for the season of no light
We had seen the frozen mist - we weren't afraid to die
And the oaths we had sworn gave a reason to live on

A Calm before the Storm
(We were) Awaiting the Winter Frost

...And then a storm arose in fury
The sky was shattered by lightning...

Awaiting the Winter Frost
As the sky blackened and the stars turned red
The frost greeted us with a cold northern breeze
Off with their heads! Off with their fuckin' heads!!!
Oh, the time had come...
To slaughter the hordes of cowardice
And cleanse the North from lies

We had gathered all our forces
Called together all the heroes
Equipped a hundred swordsmen
And a thousand men with crossbows

We raised our swords
Grasped the irons
Lifted our bows
And chose the arrows

The false ones' hordes were put to the sword
The strong and the weak, one by one...
Their race was slaughtered to the very last man
Our bloodfend was done as their bodies reddened the land

Awaiting the Winter Frost
The reign of the dark and the cold
The spell of pure hate

Awaiting the Winter Frost

And the heathen peace was found

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