The Sun is rising on this damned battlefield Cries of dying foes, sweet music to me Blood is now flowing from this once virgin hill I scorn the cowards who are running from me
Thousand men have died by my cold, mighty spear Even in the grave I will be feared I serve no king or god only my sword After a life of war my name is Immortal
The battle's still raging as the twilight comes The dying sun flashes the blade of my sword My allies lie dead but this battle will be won Alone on the field, I face the raging hordeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
