To the north, ride, ride son of wrath to the north proudly bear your father´s sword, proudly bear your crest proudly hold your head up high and stand up to the test of skill at arms and courage against despair of noble spirits bound to rise against the force of tyranny
" For my father, for my grandfather, for all the noble ones you´ve slain I swear this oath of vengeance, and vengeance be my name For all the weak enslaved and shackeld by your cruel reign I swear this oath of vengeance and vengeance be my name..."
Ride forth with hate in your heart Ride to tear his kingdom apart Not for glory and not out of pride But for your father who so bravely died
And so he rode clad in furs with sword in hand to the north, into the darkest land where evil reigned to make his stand his honour to defend
To the north, ride, ride son of wrath to the north proudly bear your father´s sword, proudly bear your crest proudly hold your head up high and stand up to the test of skill at arms and courage against despair of noble spirits bound to rise against the force of tyranny
" For my father, for my grandfather, for all the noble ones you´ve slain I swear this oath of vengeance, and vengeance be my name For all the weak enslaved and shackeld by your cruel reign I swear this oath of vengeance and vengeance be my name..." Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
