They raise their fists into the sky Many didn't suffice to bring the death to some of them They prayed to gods they died with pride Some of them sufficed to bring the death to all Their swords drilled into their skull The blades were hungry and now have to be sharpened and freed from strange blood which is precious for the clairvoyance The barbarians prepare to leave now to get closer to their aimTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
