Bonnie Tyler, Turisas Style.

[Fullangr]

I suddenly felt the need to do a Turisas version of 'Holding Out For A Hero'.


Where the hell has Lisko gone, and where are all the skirts?
Where's the mighty Turisas, to fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a Tude upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need...


Chorus:
I need a Viking!
I'm holding out for a Viking til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a Viking!
I'm holding out for a Viking til the morning light
He's gotta be sure and it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life
Larger than life...

Somewhere after midnight
In my motorised longship
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's Hanu reaching back for me

Racing on the thunder
And rising with the heat
It's gonna take a Viking man to sweep me off my feet!

Chorus x2

Up where the Olli meets the fiddle above
Out where the warpaint stains the skin
I could swear there's a Jussi somewhere watching me

Through the fur and the sweat and beer
And the Warlord in flight
I can feel his approach like an axe in the neck
Like an axe in the neck...

Chorus to fade

 

[*Mika*]

I now wish I had a copy of that song to sing along too
Well done m'dear, certainly beats any disney re-works

 

[Fullangr]

Why thank ye!

I'm currently contemplating another one...possibly to Shakira

 

[*Mika*]

May I recommend underneath your furs or axe like yours

 

[Fullangr]

Hordes Don't Lie?

 

[*Mika*]

Love it
Poem to a horde

 

[Katie'Force]

hahahahahahaha love you girls!

 

[Fullangr]

Change of plan: I'm doing Wet Wet Wet.

I feel it in my helmet
I feel it in my horns
Hordes are all around me
And so the fear grows

It's written on the wind
It's in my underpants
Oh yes it is
So if you're gonna kill me
Come on and have a go...


Chorus:
I am a Viking, I'll kill you first
My horde's made up of the best warriors
There'll be no warning, this is your end
'Cause on my horde, I can depend!


You'll see your life before you, as my axe meets your head
I kinda get to thinking, of all the men I've slain
Oh yes I do
You took my beer from me, I took an axe to you
I need my beer beside me, I'll kill to get it back
Oh yes I will


Chorus


So if you're gonna kill me, kill me, kill me
Come on and have a go
Come on and have a go...

 

[*Mika*]

*is deader than a really dead thing laughing*
teeheehee

 

[Katie'Force]

hahaha now i'm getting strange looks from people in the office for laughing...

 

[Fullangr]

M People:

Sometimes, when beer flows marauders come
A horde arrives and never leaves
It's a raid
Oh shit, they took my bloody wife as well
They're taking her across the sea
They will pay

It was then, then they went too far
They tried to take my beer too
I will fight, fight to get it back
Just let me get my hands on them...

You've got to search for the Viking inside yourself
Search for the helmet you hide
Search for the Viking inside yourself
Until you get your alcohol back

In this life, good beer is so hard to find
I'm not about to let it leave
I will fight
Just keep, the flame of anger burning bright
The precious beer, you must save

Because you, and only you alone
Can save it from the pillagers
Plant your feet, and wave your axe aloft
Your inner Viking will succeed...

You've got to search for the Viking inside yourself
Search for the helmet you hide
Search for the Viking inside yourself
Until you get your alcohol back...

 

[Baseloaf]

When I find myself in times of trouble
Warlord Nygård comes to me
speaking words of wisdom
"Drink a beer, drink a beer!"

 

[Fullangr]

Normally I'd go a touch Boudicca on anyone fucking around with this song, but I couldn't resist. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you:

The Turisas Anthem

I rallied my men
Time after time
I pillaged the Danes
And made it all mine

And bad mistakes
I've made a few
I've had my share of facepaint in my eye
But I've come through...

We are Turisas, my friends
And we'll keep the furs on 'til the end
Oh, we are Turisas
We are Turisas
No time for Finntroll
'Cause we are Turisas...of the furs

I've taken my axe
And my helmet horned
They bought me fame and fortune
And everything that goes with it
Look at me now

But it's been no bed of deer skins
No easy raid
I consider it a challenge
Before the whole Viking race
And I'll never lose

We are Turisas, my friends
And we'll keep the furs on 'til the end
Oh, we are Turisas
We are Turisas
No time for Finntroll
'Cause we are Turisas...of the furs

 

[Katie'Force]

hahahahahaha that's awesome!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[ingrid]

hehe lol!
I'm still working on my video

but I don't think it's thát funny for you guys

 

[Katie'Force]

hehe i've changed my mind, the tributish bands need to do ALL these covers!

 

[AndreasS]

I lol'd because of the 'no time for Finntroll'

just to piss you off I am going to listen to them harharhar.

 

[Katie'Force]

me and my pole dancing teacher were discussing our shit record with men and why we can never find a nice one who won't be a dickhead to us... i jokingly came out with Holding out for a hero... and then remembered this version and burst out laughing. Find me a viking damn it!

 

[Katie'Force]

haha I just swiped this off Alestorm's myspace comments:

A Viking Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the Hall
Not a creature was stirring, not warrior nor thrall.
And I in my armor, my greaves and my helm
Was drunker than anyone else in the Realm.

I staggered upstairs and fell into bed
While four quarts of mead were ablaze in my head.
Then up from below came the sounds of a brawl
So I grabbed up my axe and ran down to the Hall.

I missed the last step and crashed down in a heap
Thinking, "Why can't those low-lifes downstairs go to sleep!"
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But two brawny strangers, wielding mallet and spear.

I said to myself, "We'll soon have them beat!"
Then I noticed ten warriors laid out at their feet.
I gave out a yell and leapt into the fray...
I'll always regret my poor choice of that day.

For the one laid his hammer to the side of my nose
And up, up, up to the rafters I rose.
Then came a lone frightened voice from the floor,
"Those are no mortal warriors -- that's Odin and Thor!"

Then they looked at each other and they said, "Battle's done.
Now they know who we are, it no longer is fun."
Then Thor raised his hammer, and his elbow he bent,
And with a loud crash, through the ceiling they went.

I crawled through the Hall and flung open the door,
Not really sure that I'd seen them before.
The snow bathed in starlight, the moon like a glede,
I saw them ride off on an eight-legged steed.

And I heard them exclaim, 'ere they flew out of sight,
"TO Hel WITH CHRISTMAS, WE JUST LOVE A GOOD FIGHT!"