歌词：
High On Fire Sons Of Thunder

Drive the fist into your face and blacken your eye Unearthly sounds rumble guts and stomp your insides Riffs have come, your fate is sung, don't even

The dark silouette of the creature poised, crouched on the corner of a cliffs edge waits eagerly, eyes glare patiently. Red eyes filled with fire and

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 Fire!

my fate here" The sound of artillery strike so fierce the thunder of guns So come bring on all that you've got Come hell, come high water never stop

face my fate here! The sound of artillery strike So fierce The thunder of guns So come, bring on all that you've got Come hell, come high water, never

in the past, by the power of heathenish pride... Master of thunder, lighting and rain, soon your hammer and cross shall collide... Protector of midgaard's daughters and sons

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!

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!

fires of Hell Through the bullet storm I'm the scream of the fright I was born in the fire and I'll ride the sky Northern ravens stopped their dance on