Storming with malice and hatred Driving their squad to the sea None to atone for by reaching our goal And devouring all of their fleet
Call it old madness, call it the animal, wild Neither prey nor victim will heed from their cry
Warrior without fear
To another long battle, to the snowy peaks, prepared Our rations and our ale, feast and combat marry well As we dine, our hell is in our steel that shines
Hold up, hold up your arms Warrior without fear Drive down, drive down the nails Warrior without fear
Somehow we took advantage, their force in high ground fell Our numbers strong, but stronger blood lust still Strike down deep in instinct It must be satisfied, succumb to hatred Wield the sword of Damocles
Storming with malice and hatred scorching the proud mountain flag Maniacly raging and bludgeoning All of their forces into human waste
Storming with malice and hatred Satisfied with all our spoils Scrolls of illusion and gemstones enchanted Will aid in our forthcoming conquest
Hold up, hold up your arms Warrior without fear Drive down, drive down the nails Warrior without fear Hold up, hold up your arms Warrior without fear
Storming with malice and hatred Possessing and reaping our foes Under command of the forces unseen Power, lust, from beyond Storming with malice and hatred No we will never relent Each generation will learn and then Taste of the blood of the warrior withinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
