Amon Amarth - 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 Gugnir, 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 sheering 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 powertrip 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 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!" Our spritis were forged in snow and ice To bend like steel forged over fire We were not made to bend like reed Or turn the other cheek He grasped the runes, they're ours to use