Into the deepest northern woods Our silent raid will begin soon We are waiting for moonlight Then will be our time to strike
They'll see their beloved kingdom fall As the pagan warriors climb their mighty walls Our gods of war and fate will set their destiny They will know that we will always stay free
We battle on the Northern fields Beware our wrath as we charge from the hills Axes rules on these barbaric times There will be no quarters for you and your kind
The sun will never rise from now on There is no escape they are all doomed We will take their souls with us To the altar of our gods
Their walls are now stained with their own blood In vain they were calling for their god All of our foes are laying dead Their king is now beheadedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
