Chords for "March Of The Varangian Guard" - Turisas (NEW)
Tempo:
124.9 bpm
Chords used:
A
C#
F#
B
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#] [F#m] [B]
[D] [F#m] [Bm] [C#]
[F#m] [A] [D]
[C#] [F#]
The sun goes over the [B] wasteland, [F#] as far as the eye can stand.
The blood plane filled [B] the circlet, [A] its vultures jeering at [C#m] me.
But [F#m] they can circle [A] until they drop dead.
I [Bm] have not come [E] this far [F#m] to end, but to [A] pursue [Bm] my own thread.
[C#] To join the [F#] Varangian [A] gods of [Em] Lorina
[F#m] [D] [A] [E]
[C#] as my [F#m] [A] guides of [B] honor as [C#m] we pass [D] the year.
All have been [F#] ordered leave.
There's men across [B]
Samhava, a few of the moon [F#]
crescent.
Men [E] simply searching [D] for
[B] glamour, [A] circumsiding the royal [C#m] descent.
The axe [F#m] bearing foreigners [A] they have aptly named us.
[Bm] Oh, we've come [E] from far.
[F#] [A] Diversity's what [Bm]
unites us.
[F#] We are [C#] the [F#] Varangian gods [A] of [B] glory and [F#] of might.
[D] Red [A] as blood [E] and black [C#] as night, [F#] God [A] is a banner [B] as [C#m] we march.
[D] We follow [G] him [F#] globally.
The seven, six thousand, five hundred and forty second [D] year of the [C#] world.
The old gods of [G] [C#] the six worlds of [Bm] Australia.
[C#] The dead, the weak, [G] [C#] the ones of sin, the ones [D] my dark [C#] home.
[B]
[C#]
[B]
[Bm] [B] [Bm] [C#]
[Bm]
[C#]
[D]
[E] [Bm] [C#]
[F#] [A] Gods of glory [B] and [F#m] of might.
[D] Red [A] as blood [E] and black [C#] as night.
[F#] God [A] is a banner [B] as [C#m] we march.
[D] Please, for the kingdom [F#m] of the king.
[B] [F#] [D] [A] [E]
[C#] [F#] [A] [B]
[C#m] [D] [E] [Dm]
[G] [D] [E] [Dm]
[G] [F#m]
[C#m] [G#m] [A]
[C#m] [F#m]
[C#]
[D] [F#m] [Bm] [C#]
[F#m] [A] [D]
[C#] [F#]
The sun goes over the [B] wasteland, [F#] as far as the eye can stand.
The blood plane filled [B] the circlet, [A] its vultures jeering at [C#m] me.
But [F#m] they can circle [A] until they drop dead.
I [Bm] have not come [E] this far [F#m] to end, but to [A] pursue [Bm] my own thread.
[C#] To join the [F#] Varangian [A] gods of [Em] Lorina
[F#m] [D] [A] [E]
[C#] as my [F#m] [A] guides of [B] honor as [C#m] we pass [D] the year.
All have been [F#] ordered leave.
There's men across [B]
Samhava, a few of the moon [F#]
crescent.
Men [E] simply searching [D] for
[B] glamour, [A] circumsiding the royal [C#m] descent.
The axe [F#m] bearing foreigners [A] they have aptly named us.
[Bm] Oh, we've come [E] from far.
[F#] [A] Diversity's what [Bm]
unites us.
[F#] We are [C#] the [F#] Varangian gods [A] of [B] glory and [F#] of might.
[D] Red [A] as blood [E] and black [C#] as night, [F#] God [A] is a banner [B] as [C#m] we march.
[D] We follow [G] him [F#] globally.
The seven, six thousand, five hundred and forty second [D] year of the [C#] world.
The old gods of [G] [C#] the six worlds of [Bm] Australia.
[C#] The dead, the weak, [G] [C#] the ones of sin, the ones [D] my dark [C#] home.
[B]
[C#]
[B]
[Bm] [B] [Bm] [C#]
[Bm]
[C#]
[D]
[E] [Bm] [C#]
[F#] [A] Gods of glory [B] and [F#m] of might.
[D] Red [A] as blood [E] and black [C#] as night.
[F#] God [A] is a banner [B] as [C#m] we march.
[D] Please, for the kingdom [F#m] of the king.
[B] [F#] [D] [A] [E]
[C#] [F#] [A] [B]
[C#m] [D] [E] [Dm]
[G] [D] [E] [Dm]
[G] [F#m]
[C#m] [G#m] [A]
[C#m] [F#m]
[C#]
Key:
A
C#
F#
B
D
A
C#
F#
[F#] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [B] _ _
_ [D] _ [F#m] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ The sun goes over the [B] _ wasteland, [F#] as far as the eye can stand. _ _
The blood plane filled [B] the circlet, [A] its vultures jeering at [C#m] me.
But [F#m] they can circle [A] until they drop dead.
I [Bm] have not come [E] this far [F#m] to end, but to [A] pursue [Bm] my own thread.
[C#] To join the [F#] Varangian [A] gods of [Em] Lorina _
[F#m] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _
[C#] as my [F#m] _ [A] guides of [B] honor as [C#m] we pass [D] the _ year. _
All have been [F#] ordered leave. _ _ _
_ There's men across [B] _
Samhava, a few of the moon [F#] _
crescent.
_ Men [E] simply searching [D] for _
[B] glamour, [A] circumsiding the royal [C#m] descent.
The axe [F#m] bearing foreigners [A] they have aptly named us.
[Bm] Oh, we've come [E] from far.
_ _ [F#] _ _ [A] Diversity's what [Bm] _
unites us.
[F#] We are [C#] the [F#] Varangian gods [A] of [B] glory and [F#] of might.
[D] Red [A] as blood [E] and black [C#] as night, [F#] God [A] is a banner [B] as [C#m] we march.
[D] We _ follow _ [G] him [F#] globally.
_ _ The seven, _ six thousand, five hundred and forty second [D] year of the [C#] world. _
The old gods of [G] _ _ [C#] the six worlds of [Bm] Australia.
[C#] _ The dead, the weak, _ _ _ [G] _ [C#] the ones of sin, the ones [D] my dark [C#] home.
_ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ [Bm] _ [B] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [E] _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ [A] Gods of glory [B] and [F#m] of might.
[D] Red [A] as blood [E] and black [C#] as night.
[F#] God [A] is a banner [B] as [C#m] we march.
[D] Please, _ _ for the kingdom [F#m] of the king.
_ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _
[C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _
[C#m] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ [Dm] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ [Dm] _ _
[G] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#m] _ _ [G#m] _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ [F#m] _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ [F#m] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ The sun goes over the [B] _ wasteland, [F#] as far as the eye can stand. _ _
The blood plane filled [B] the circlet, [A] its vultures jeering at [C#m] me.
But [F#m] they can circle [A] until they drop dead.
I [Bm] have not come [E] this far [F#m] to end, but to [A] pursue [Bm] my own thread.
[C#] To join the [F#] Varangian [A] gods of [Em] Lorina _
[F#m] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _
[C#] as my [F#m] _ [A] guides of [B] honor as [C#m] we pass [D] the _ year. _
All have been [F#] ordered leave. _ _ _
_ There's men across [B] _
Samhava, a few of the moon [F#] _
crescent.
_ Men [E] simply searching [D] for _
[B] glamour, [A] circumsiding the royal [C#m] descent.
The axe [F#m] bearing foreigners [A] they have aptly named us.
[Bm] Oh, we've come [E] from far.
_ _ [F#] _ _ [A] Diversity's what [Bm] _
unites us.
[F#] We are [C#] the [F#] Varangian gods [A] of [B] glory and [F#] of might.
[D] Red [A] as blood [E] and black [C#] as night, [F#] God [A] is a banner [B] as [C#m] we march.
[D] We _ follow _ [G] him [F#] globally.
_ _ The seven, _ six thousand, five hundred and forty second [D] year of the [C#] world. _
The old gods of [G] _ _ [C#] the six worlds of [Bm] Australia.
[C#] _ The dead, the weak, _ _ _ [G] _ [C#] the ones of sin, the ones [D] my dark [C#] home.
_ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ [Bm] _ [B] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [E] _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ [A] Gods of glory [B] and [F#m] of might.
[D] Red [A] as blood [E] and black [C#] as night.
[F#] God [A] is a banner [B] as [C#m] we march.
[D] Please, _ _ for the kingdom [F#m] of the king.
_ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _
[C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _
[C#m] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ [Dm] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ [Dm] _ _
[G] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#m] _ _ [G#m] _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ [F#m] _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _