Evil Eric Draven

The sons of Odin


Voglio cominciare questo mio blog inserendo una tra le canzoni che ascolto di più, credo che nel mare di canzoni fatte solo per ritmo, in cui le parole nn vogliono dire assolutamente un cazzo oppure hanno significati adattabili a tutti (chi nn si è mai immedesimato in una canzone di vasco), alcune abbiano un significato intrinseco che va oltre il semplice far musica. Questa canzone parla di un epoca di leggende, quella della civiltà dei vikinghi, una civiltà dove forse contava molto il valore, dove si era quello che si era, non quello che si aveva, quello che si faceva, non quello che si faceva vedere di essere. E probabilmente mi avrebbero fatto secco alla prima battaglia =). GLORY MAJESTY UNITYHere to the blaze... I wander Through this black night... I ponder The edge of our mighty swords... Did clash Fallen by our axes, Helmets smashed! Glory and fame Blood is our name Souls full of thunder Hearts of steel Killers of men Of warriors friend Sworn to avenge our fallen brothers To the end... One day too I may fall I will enter Odin's Hall I will die sword in hand My name and my deeds will Scorch the land Glory and fame! Blood is our name.. Soul full of thunder!! Hearts of steel Killers of men! Of warriors friend Sworn to avenge our fallen brothers Sons of the gods today we shall die Open Valhalla's door Let the battle begin with swords in the wind Hail Gods of War Sons of Odin we four..!! By the hammer of Thor! Ride down from the sky.... Another is born Another shall fall This day men will die!!!! Glory and fame Blood is our name Souls full of thunder Hearts of steel Killers of men Of warriors friend Sworn to avenge our fallen brothers Sons of the gods today we shall die Open Valhalla's door Let the battle begin with swords in the wind Hail Gods of War Sons of the gods today we shall die Open Valhalla's door Let the battle begin with swords in the wind Hail Gods of War Let the battle begin with swords in the wind Hail Gods of War!!! ...Onward into the heart of battle Fought the sons of Odin Outnumbered many times Still they fought on Blood poured fourth from their wounds Deep into the earth Vultures waited for the broken shells That once were bodies But Odin alone would choose the day They would enter Valhalla And in their hour of need He sent forth unto them The Berserker Rage Now gods and men They rose up from the ground Screaming like wild animals Such is the gift of absolute power No blade or weapon would harm them They killed them and horses alike And all who stood before them died that day Hail Gods Of War!!!!!