Listen to your hearts, in the emptiness of blood feel the venom running through your veins, where darkness grows Listen to the mighty voice, breaking the coldest tomb it's time to rise and take the crown, the sorceress calls.
To war - Great hate revives our corpses With pride - We proclaim the dusk of the enemy The icy dungeons crumble, the winter Lords return through the coldest mountains, her magic is their guide with the ancient sign in their armors, the warriors come to fight a march towards the battlefield, the usurper race shall die
Listen to your hearts, in the emptiness of blood feel the venom running through your veins, where darkness grows Listen to the mighty voice, breaking the coldest tomb it's time to rise and take the crown, the sorceress calls.
The everlasting blast of the black winds doesn't freeze our anger The archaic flame of betrayal doesn't burn within our souls
"Long time ago, our swords fell below a frozen shroud. But the spirit has awaken Our blades will reign again"
Battle after battle the iceswords reach the glory blizzard after blizzard the wintry lands blow cries and blood thousand mounds of dead grey creatures lie forgotten under the snow and to the wind a great song tells "The Usurper's fall"
The end of the rage stands so far away our great battlehorns will roar like a thunderstorm.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
