Union of noble blood Silent troops that charge Forwards to die Countless await their fate Charge into cities of ruin and death Sacred flesh, martyred
We were searching for a way out, we took things too far, too far for far too long. and still after our wounds heal, we're still haunted, haunted by these
't go quiet. We're gonna pay for past mistakes we didn't make. That's how it is. (That's who we are)... The heirs of error. We will rebuild. We will
Take, take it SLOW..... SOLO CHORUS Take, take it slow My brain is in overload, yeah Take, take it slow I'm afraid I'll explode.... (Thanks to Fallen Heirs
, justice in fear Heirs To The Throne, Exalted by their morbid deeds Heirs To The Throne, Swords hailed to the skies Heirs To The Throne, Blackened moon
carved so clean, Glaring, stark omissions, rapacity unseen What of foul deception? Treaties gone ignored? Unjust annexations, and rough-riding hordes? Why prevaricate? Heirs
your coming Your flaming eye steered the will As you have taken human's world Following the way of black for ever here Only us,Heirs of Fire,in charge
Překlad: Naděje Pro domácnost. (Grace) jsme Dědicové!.
Překlad: Hellspawn. Dědice trůnu.
don't go quiet. We're gonna pay for past mistakes we didn't make. That's how it is. (That's who we are)... The heirs of error. We will rebuild. We will
Sitting under a pine The deep silence... unbroken around One dark lake So placid, so cold... Descended night Throws shadows over water Brown leaves
Rape us the time You bring us this loving wave Crosses they rose On our once proud pagan land Those words they spoke were like Needles on my skin And
Via the paths of the four winds Through the icy valleys and hills They came led by two ravens The messengers from the hall of the slain Warriors of
[Act I: The Death of Balder] Autumn came to an end And the first snow began to fall Balder's face was clouded The dreams of warning had called His mother
One endless cold star Here I stand... following Thy dark spirit... thy faint light A path across my dreams Take me far... into the unknown fly Over a
Amongst the cold Northern mountains He travells... Wrapped in furs And armed with a bow He is the god of winter Hear me Uller! Ride by me In the battles
