On each side of the battlefield Stands an army on hold Waiting for the warhorns to blow Hatred in the eyes of ever man "The sign is given - The King's army, charge!"
Burning arrows, in thousands they rain Rushing footmen dodge in vain As cavalry reaches the Pagan front Fear ignites in every knight...
Crusaders and Northmen The final war One will conquer - One will fall The battle foreseen from the birth of time
The battle for eternal Pagan might!
The Northern legions are pulling their swords Feeling only hatred; no fear, no remorse Nor does the charging Bishop-hypocrite Lashing his steed, dressed in white
The Pagan warlord and the king of light Staring into eachother's eyes Knowing that one of them will fall And only one side will win this war...
Pikes are driven into holy flesh But the lead of the Northmen quickly fades The King has send so many men That they in hundreds outnumber them
Steel against steel The swordsmen meet on the battlefield The Northmen are slain in this bloodbath As the Bishop unleashes all his wrath The Northmen are about to retreat As the sky lets out an epic shriek Bewinged warriors; from above they strike Slaughtering every man of light!
Crusaders and Northmen The final war One will conquer - One will fall The battle foreseen from the birth of time
Pagan reign until the end of time!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
