Old Man's Child — Ferden Mot Fiendens Land song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Ferden Mot Fiendens Land" by Old Man's Child.
Lyrics
Tiden har kommer
Na skal tronen bli var
Fylt med vart hat
De skal slikke sine sar
I kaos og sorger
Ligger alle fortrapt
Na er din tid forbi
Alt det som var
Fra gammel tid tilbake
Skal vise oss vei
Mot morket vi vandrer
Dit hvor taken forer
Vi gar imot sorgenes strommer
Vi kriger om makt og alt som skal bli
Om aere og dod vi alle mann drommer
Jorden er var blodet skal stromme
Ferden mot fienden’s land gar i takt med doden
Mot morket vi vandrer dit hvor taken forer
Nar alt er forbi
Og tomherten seirer
Den sterke skal sta
Med ditt blod pa sin hand
Lyrics translation
The time has come
Na shall throne be was
Filled with black hat
They should lick their wounds
In chaos and sorrows
Lies all fortrapt
Na is your time past
All that was
From ancient times back
Will show us the way
Towards darkness we wander
Where taken feeders
We gar against grief flows
We wage wars for power and all that shall be
About aere and death we all mann drummer
Earth is was the blood to flow
The journey towards the enemy's land goes in step with death
Towards darkness we wander there where taken feeders
When everything is past
And tomherten overcomes
The strong should be stubborn
With your blood on his hand