Into darkness thy spirit wanders
Through the moonless sky
Howling wolves arrives
Stream of blood in the frozen snow
Torches burning, in a thousand hands
As I await the darkly sun
The darkness of all time
Unto the ancient moon I fearing
AS I DIE! Without any fear I hold my sword The rain begins to fall
Falling from the sky
Sended up a howling wind
Then a storm shall arise
Across the burning sea Marching with pride an no one fears
The storm begins to march
Warriors on their horses
Strong and brave so they stand
A cry of war emerges
Full of hate and agony
Hear the steel of might
Trough the rain they march
Fighting for the landscape
Fighting for their lifes The greatest screamings of anger arrives at the enemies life
A number of ancient warriors march forth from the darkness within The rain is slowly falling
Another soul to save
From the deepest land of hate
Gently caress my skin
Slaughter of the sons
Riding on the horses
The fight for our god
The enemies awaits the fight As I look on the sky
On the ground where I look
I hear the ravens cry
The blood flows on the stone
Arrows flows trough the sky
Death is on the way we march
Shields and swords here them cry
The warriors ride once more Believe in faith and yourself
The fight begins to change
Wolves howling in the night
The eyes are burning still
The battle rages on and on
The rain falls from the sky
Granded by the GodsTake revenge for all the pain.
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