Into darkness thy spirit wanders

Through the moonless sky

Stream of blood in the frozen snow

Howling wolves arrives

Torches burning, in a thousand hands

As I await the darkly sun

Unto the ancient moon I fearing

The darkness of all time



AS I DIE!



Without any fear I hold my sword

The rain begins to fall

Then a storm shall arise

Falling from the sky

Sended up a howling wind

Across the burning sea

Marching with pride an no one fears

The storm begins to march



Strong and brave so they stand

Warriors on their horses

A cry of war emerges

Hear the steel of might

Full of hate and agony

Trough the rain they march

Fighting for the landscape

Fighting for their lifes



A number of ancient warriors march forth from the darkness within

The greatest screamings of anger arrives at the enemies life



From the deepest land of hate

Another soul to save

The rain is slowly falling

Gently caress my skin

Riding on the horses

Slaughter of the sons

The enemies awaits the fight

The fight for our god



As I look on the sky

I hear the ravens cry

On the ground where I look

The blood flows on the stone

Shields and swords here them cry

Arrows flows trough the sky

Death is on the way we march

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

Take revenge for all the pain

Granded by the Gods