Vreid
Milorg
1. Alarm
An open wound since World War I,
Feeding the hatred of a tyranny to come.
Empowered and selected in 1933,
The Wolf hunger rises in Germany.
Across Europe the sirens are screaming,
The eagle attacks with raw aggression,
To expand or die: the ultimate vision,
Stomping boots demands total submission.
In the spring of 1940, our shores are in the aim,
Our coastline is covered by allied mines.
German battleships are heading north,
The day of Operation Westerübung comes forth.
Air raid sirens the first sign of war,
The threatening hum that no one can ignore,
With German aircrafts in sight
We know death and destruction are coming tonight.
Cause every way you turn,
You can see how Europe burns,
Contradictory to our leaders pray,
The war has entered Norway.
2. Disciplined
This is times of battle,
This is times of war,
This is time for discipline,
No mercy for a war whore.
Life turns harsh,
But lust does not disappear,
Life turns dark,
But attraction is still there.
To taste the forbidden,
To dance with the wolves,
Erotic deceit,
Pleasure above rules.
This is times of battle,
This is times of war,
This is time for discipline,
No mercy for a war whore.
This game, this flirt, will come to an end
Power will change,
Our nation will rise again,
The hordes will scream for your death,
They will claim revenge,
They will ravage your body,
They will serve you hell.
Spitting in the eyes of your defenders,
With open legs you surrender,
Embracing the muscular overpower,
Our pride you so simply devour.
It is time of battle,
It is time of war,
It is time to be disciplined,
No mercy for a war whore.
3. Speak Goddamnit
Far away, the sound of a symphony,
Wagner the soundtrack to my tragedy,
Broken ribs and bloody feet,
Ripped off hair and knocked out teeth,
Brutal assault with sadistic methods,
Hell-bent for my knowledge,
No means are too extreme,
But I am not a rat,
That will sell out my country,
I'll rather die than contribute,
To your Empirical dream.
I will never lay at your feet,
My lips are sealed.
My will you cannot defeat,
God DAMMIT,
I will not speak!
Marks of cigarettes burned into my skin
Symbols of how I never gave in
My knowledge is limited to my own cell,
To make my comrades avoid this hell
Death camp the last level,
I will disappear in nacht and nebel
Disbanded like a devilish creation,
I will die for my Norwegian nation.
I will never lay at your feet,
My lips are sealed.
My will you cannot defeat,
GODDAMN IT,
I will NOT SPEAK.
4. Blücher
Battleships are leaving port,
They are heading north,
Squadrons of cruisers are coming forth,
The cold Norwegian fjords await.
Trained in the Baltic sea,
They head for a destiny,
Less glorious than it was set out to be,
Ice cold Norwegian fjords await,
The water shines so crystal bright
Led by the moon this beautiful night,
When the nigh time dawns and the mist comes
The Iron Monster glides into the Northern Shores.
Lanterns are shut, but the ship is spotted,
From Rauøy fort, the alarm goes off.
A threat to our nation is in our waters,
At 04:21 the first bomb of Oscarborg is shot.
Smoke fills the ship,
As fuel and ammunition catches fire,
51 shots on the starboard side,
Torpedoing the Blücher entirely.
Soldiers are burned and choked by smoke,
Thrown overboard in the fjord so cold,
A thousand German soldiers die this April 9th.
The exquadrare is turning,
As they see how their mothership is burning,
They set full retreat,
In this battle they suffer
Defeat!
5. Blücher Pt. II
[Instrumental]
6. Heroes & Villains
A nation small from the north so cold,
Our consensus is now to fall,
Former brothers start hating each other,
Both claim to fight for the Nordic soul.
Thousands choose to fight for their suppressor,
Into the east they march with pleasure,
Division Viking & Nordlands regiment,
The Norwegian front fighters fundament.
Laws are written
By unlawful men,
Villains become heroic,
Heroes are damned.
T for "terror" in Terboven's regime,
Farms are burned, men are killed,
In times of need, people are easy to lead,
With a prosperous path,
Pride is conquered by Greed.
Laws are written,
By unlawful men,
Villains become heroic,
Heroes are damned.
A fortune built on deceit and guilt,
Loses its value as the oppressor suffers defeat,
When the war turns and Germany burns,
Quislings will be judged by a hateful hand.
Laws are written,
By unlawful men,
Villains become heroic,
Heroes are damned.
7. Argumento Ex Silentio
[Instrumental]
8. Milorg
With the military capitulation in 1940,
Weapons are sheltered away,
Contact is kept by officers,
Resistance is growing by the day.
Some men fight for freedom,
Some men die for you,
Some men fight the oppressor,
Warriors of the Milorg group.
By Allied Support,
They are trained to reclaim the North,
With Sten guns in hand,
They serve their kingdom and land.
Some men fight for freedom,
Some men die for you,
Some men fight the oppressor,
Warriors of the Milorg group.
Airdropped in the cold mountains,
Crossing the Nordic sea,
Camouflaged by the inaccessible nature,
Sabotaging the German War Machine.
While depressions and negativity,
Is ravaging our land,
Their youthful battle spirit,
Ignites the resistance.
Their courage and will,
A growing inspiration,
To stand up and fight,
For the day of liberation.
Milorg was recorded & mixed at Studio 1184 by Vreid in the period of May-October 2008.
Drums recorded at Subsonic Society, engineered by Lars Klokkerhaug.
Mastering done at Studio 210 in Berlin by Stamos Koiousis and Vangelis Labrakis.
Milorg is produced by Vreid.
Layout & design by Per Christian Grov.
Band photo by Peter Beste.
All music by Hváll & Sture.
All lyrics by Hváll.
The Vreid Brigade:
Sture: Vocals & Guitar
Ese: Guitar
Steingrim: Drums
Hváll: Bass & Mtron
Hváll is endorsed by Warwick
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