1st... That's my best attempt ever & 1st ever above 99% on this song.

2nd... I don't usually listen to bands with singers that primarily growl or scream or you get the point... I do love this song though... I'm sure you can figure out why... If you know me it won't take long at all.

3rd... Lyrics to Heralder (Because I have to seriously focus to understand it all as well) It's not a jab at the band, it's not a backhanded remark, it's just that I play guitar I don't sing. Many songs I never even hear the lyrics unless I'm not playing and I truly love the song. Usually I focus on the guitars no matter what. It's me... However, I love this song because it feels like war. I want my music to sound like a charging cavalry unit... Anyhow... Lyrics Below...

From beyond a twilight horizon where mountains were covered with snow
Once a man on a horse came the way

On an early autumnal morning, when dew lay chill on the ground
And the sun's first rays heralded the day

To rest at last after riding for more than three days and nights
Through the woods and across the shallow landscapes

To finally reach the village the rumors where talking about
And where the heathen king lived for many years

His golden armor was shining by the light of awakening sun
And in his hand he held a bronzen shield

On which the runes all were written by a blacksmith of wisdom great
To guide him on his way so long

He had come to bring the message the king has given to him
To be conveyed into all heathen countries

And he told about their brethren, overtaken by christian men
Now punished by the cross and christian laws

So the man dismounted and his horse was taken by it's bridle to be brought into the stabling
Meanwhile he was lead to the hall where the king sat on his great seat

Forthwith he told him the reasons for his coming

And withing a few minutes all people were gathered by the king's mighty voice
So he rose on his feet and began to speak about the greatest heathen host ever see
Passing towards their brethren land....

After three days and nights of riding the frontier they finally reached
With their hearths wholly determined

And encountered the christian church in their once sacred woods
As the chaplain just chimed the bell

At once they put the spurs in their horses

Hearths were filled with rage and hate

And in their hands they held the torches

When Odin was amongst and Tyr was leading their hearts

Into a world of ancient mysteries....

The night the long-swords where grinded

And the shields were forged in blood

By the hands of most dexterous blacksmiths

And sacrifices were given to the Goddesses and the Gods

In the woods by the mighty tree

Known in heathen kingdoms as the mighty Irminsul

That was built as an immense landmark

Of heathen pride and honor

And a symbol of what shall be....

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