Come ye all my friends And see the dance of my enemies, dressed in blood Be my guest... feed the vultures seeds on the hill of the ravens
Have you received your invitation? To dance at the corpses ball? Crusaders and warriors of the temple Our axes and hammers at the host
Frozen swords buried in the ground Flesh and blood, supper for the hounds A triumph of death again Let their children see this fest
Awakening of the dawn Morning of thousands of suns Souls of sinners Souls of saints Blood of martyrs For the kings
The smell of the carrion covers the hill A legion of dogs on their way... hunting the pest Hundreds of swords on the ground... orphaned steel And warriors in pieces... forever laid to rest
Awakening of the dawn Morning of thousands of suns Souls of sinners Souls of saints Blood of martyrs For the kings
Burn the heroes Like a bird, their dreams Fly from darkness to eternity At the hill of the ravens, I will be the sun At the hill of the ravens, my spirits dawnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
