Summer's bloom has faded away as autumn's cold wind rapes the soil Lifeless leaves waiting on the ground for the cover of the snow And the ravens' caw Echoes in the distance
Through frosty yellow plains i walk to the forest and beyond Under the light of north star i wander to the places of war Last glimpse of sunset will soon be just a memory Like the feeble screams of my dying enemies
I feel drawn to the horrifying blackness of this night I now see the path placed before me The will of the triumph guides me through the terrors And nightmares, violence and bloodshed
Northwind's quiet whisper on these fields where the battles shall be сlashed We will trample our enemies with our conquering feet Like a barbaric hymn to praise the war The howl of whirling steel covers the suffering yells of our dying enemies
The day breaks Swords saturated with blood Smoke cloaks the battlefield Reek of burnt flesh Charred skeletons laying on the ground like frozen tree branches To the death we will fight for our blood and native soilTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
