| 歌曲 | Shores In Flames |
| 歌手 | Bathory |
| 专辑 | Hammerheart |
| 作词 : Quorthon | |
| Mother winter leaves our land | |
| And opens wide the seas | |
| The lukewarm breeze does beckon me | |
| As it whispers through the trees | |
| It says: Set your sails | |
| And let me take your ship to foreign shores | |
| Take farewell of those near you | |
| And your land of the North! | |
| The wild cold deep black ocean's waves | |
| Invites my hungry heart | |
| Cry not my love I'll return | |
| Only death can keep us apart | |
| Oden in the sky up high | |
| Let the Ravens of yours fly | |
| To guide us on our sail to foreign shores | |
| Let your Ravens fly | |
| The wind blows through my hair | |
| And fills our sails with hope and pride | |
| Caress these lines of Oak, wind | |
| Do not throw us all aside | |
| The wild cold deep black ocean's waves | |
| As wide as sky above | |
| Carry us, oh, Gods of sea | |
| Don't take us down below | |
| Now approach the shore at dawn | |
| All is still the light of daybreak is yet to be born | |
| Clad in morning dew asleep | |
| The city's walls rise before us men from the seas | |
| Carrying cold steel at our sides | |
| No time to lose at sunbirth we attack the city by surprise | |
| Down the coastlines with the wind we reign | |
| Men of the North we leave the shores in flames | |
| Shores in Flames Shores in Flames | |
| Shores in Flames Shores in Flames | |
| Fire! | |
| Tor of thunder way up high | |
| Swing your Hammer that cracks the sky | |
| Send the wind to fill our sails and take us home | |
| Guide your sons, us, home | |
| When the wind cries out my name | |
| And time has come for me to die | |
| Then wrap me in my cape | |
| And lay my sword down at my side | |
| Then place me on a ship of Oak | |
| And let it drift with tide | |
| Let the flames purify my soul | |
| On its way to hall up high | |
| Up high | |
| Up high | |
| Up high | |
| Up high | |
| Fire! |
| zuò cí : Quorthon | |
| Mother winter leaves our land | |
| And opens wide the seas | |
| The lukewarm breeze does beckon me | |
| As it whispers through the trees | |
| It says: Set your sails | |
| And let me take your ship to foreign shores | |
| Take farewell of those near you | |
| And your land of the North! | |
| The wild cold deep black ocean' s waves | |
| Invites my hungry heart | |
| Cry not my love I' ll return | |
| Only death can keep us apart | |
| Oden in the sky up high | |
| Let the Ravens of yours fly | |
| To guide us on our sail to foreign shores | |
| Let your Ravens fly | |
| The wind blows through my hair | |
| And fills our sails with hope and pride | |
| Caress these lines of Oak, wind | |
| Do not throw us all aside | |
| The wild cold deep black ocean' s waves | |
| As wide as sky above | |
| Carry us, oh, Gods of sea | |
| Don' t take us down below | |
| Now approach the shore at dawn | |
| All is still the light of daybreak is yet to be born | |
| Clad in morning dew asleep | |
| The city' s walls rise before us men from the seas | |
| Carrying cold steel at our sides | |
| No time to lose at sunbirth we attack the city by surprise | |
| Down the coastlines with the wind we reign | |
| Men of the North we leave the shores in flames | |
| Shores in Flames Shores in Flames | |
| Shores in Flames Shores in Flames | |
| Fire! | |
| Tor of thunder way up high | |
| Swing your Hammer that cracks the sky | |
| Send the wind to fill our sails and take us home | |
| Guide your sons, us, home | |
| When the wind cries out my name | |
| And time has come for me to die | |
| Then wrap me in my cape | |
| And lay my sword down at my side | |
| Then place me on a ship of Oak | |
| And let it drift with tide | |
| Let the flames purify my soul | |
| On its way to hall up high | |
| Up high | |
| Up high | |
| Up high | |
| Up high | |
| Fire! |