A marchin forest of spears in the dusk Warmachine´s raping the earth Bloodstained black banners dance with the wind
Hail the warlord Who rides in the front
Black armour reflects the moon Spectral realms on his demon forged sword His hunting eyes.... His hunting eyes are wolves
Drums of war- Pound hard as lightning strokes Mountain sides shakes by the sound
Roars from the horns- Rides hard on the wind Death is the name of the hymn
The crests of one thousands clans is upheld Be shattered forever or march with us now
Marching onward- leaving wasteland behind Black sorcery and steel in command Marching onward as a blizzard of swords Allegiance is sworn to the black god
Foul our deeds- Terrible our deeds A burning tundra´s left behind Steam from the bodies wich have fallen in the snow Rises like thick fog to the sky
Iron and blood- Trampled sculls in the mud Arrows like rain- Desecrating of the slained
Come to me... Weak ones- be food to my axe It´s twin edges thirst for your blood My winter pale horse grinds down all resist I ride with the speed of the light
I need no shield- As i plough through the field I gaze towards the sky for the sign of...
Three dead man rode across the sky Three kingly warlords of the night Three hunting spirits crowned with silver thorns Upon beasts long forgotten in time
Terrible to behold Mortal men weeps blood in fear Darkened wraiths With burning whips Three servants of Danu Three knights of Cröm-Cruach
This should be day but the moon stands high The sign is bright- the end is near Few men lives when the battle seace Deaf for pleas we give them peace
Castle walls may come fall down Kingdoms be shattered for our crown May cities crawl by our feets In deadly grace we´ll ride the streets
Wictory- I breed thy breeze The taste of iron in my mouth The coming of the rightfull king
I rule this world- Now I roll the dice
Marching onward- Leaving wasteland behind Black sorcery and steel in command Marching onwards as a blizzard of swords Allegiance is sworn to the black god
Foul our deeds- Terrible our deeds A burning tundra´s left behind
Steam from the bodies which has fallen in the snow Rises like thick fog to the sky
Iron and blood- Trampled sculls in the mud Arrows like rain- Desecrating of the slained
Come to me...
Weak ones- Be food to my axe It´s twin edges thirst for your blood My winter pale horse grinds down all resist I ride with the speed of the light
Gods of all things wild Of storm and warlit sky Of battles past present and to come With faith in thee I know I can not die....
My testemony The march of warlike damnedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
