No mercy in my heart I was born for war, not for love Rage and voices of my dying enemies Fill my soul and my heart War craft is my life Stern school of life taught me how to fight Instinct told me what to do Always watchful, always ready Conscious of bonds of blood
I am waiting for another battle...when Wotan summons me Rage is my guide, hatred my consolation When I have to choose, I always choose a sword When death and life becomes the One Creed of sword must be cruel and unforgiving In dance with death I delight in cries of the defeated Staining in blood of the enemy I become herald of cruelty In bluster of clashing steel I hear my breath In the eyes full of fear I see reflection of my face
Sword is my thought, my voice and my will No mercy in my heart Fires of hatred burned it Bloody streams mark my way Blood shed in a battle mixes with the soil Before wild beast come And mangle dead corpses
I will bury my brothers who died No room for peace in my heart I will bear my burden Where Gods wage the battles i will look for soothe in cruelty of war And in taste of blood Before rain cleans my wounds From harden blood and ashes I will raise my sword And go where my brothers Are fighting to their last breath
Hymns of war will fill the empty space Sound of drums will break the sky Clashed in deadly hag We will cry our names to the Eternity The dead will find their place in Valhalla And on lands where they waged their battles Following the voice of blood The way of our ancestors Memory of them will live foreverTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
