Thousand Years of Oppression

He hung on the windswept world tree

Whose roots no one knows

For nine whole days, he hung there pierced

By Gungnir, his spear

Swimming in pain, he peered into the depths

And cried out in agony

Reaching out, he grasped the runes

Before falling back from the abyss

He gave himself unto himself

In a world of searing pain

So that we all may live our lives

By the wisdom that he gained

You doubted him, and spread their lies

Across the world with sword in hand

You raped our souls, and stole our right

All for the words of mild-mannered man

You listened to mild-mannered god

And put your faith in deceitful words

Your power-trip was paid by blood

In kindness' name, you spilled our blood

I refuse to submit to the god you say is kind

I know what's right, and it is time

It's time to fight and free our minds

Yeah

Let me die without fear

As I have lived without it

So shut your mouth and spare my ears

I'm fed up with all your bullshit

After a thousand years of oppression

Let the berserks rise again

Let the world hear these words once more

"Save us, oh, Lord, from the wrath of the Norsemen"

Let the world hear these words once more

"Save us, oh, Lord, from the wrath of the Norsemen"

Our spirits were forged in snow and ice

To bend like steel, forged over fire

We were not made to bend like reed

Or to turn the other cheek

He grasped the runes

They're ours to use