Silence fell on the snow. Clank of swords ceased. White cold sun flared now on the bent armor and Broken blades there where dead bodies lay.
When The Proud Die... Dead hands held the weapon tightly. When The Proud Die... Heads were thrown back in death agony. When The Proud Die... Screams of the slaughter were silent. When The Proud Die... Blade struck plates of shell, ribs and heart...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
