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Into darkness thy spirit wanders.
Through the moonless sky.
Stream of blood in the frozen snow.
Howling wolves arrives.
Torches burning, in a thousand hands.
As i await the darkly sun.
Unto the ancient moon I fearing.
The darkness of all time.

AS I DIE!

Without any fear I hold my sword.
The rain begins to fall.
Then a storm shall arise.
Falling from the sky.
Sended up a howling wind.
Across the burning sea.
Marching with pride and no one fears.
The storm begins to march.

Strong and brave so they stand.
Warriors on their horses.
A cry of war emerges.
Hear the steel of might.
Full of hate and agony.
Through the rain they march.
Fighting for the landscape.
Fighting for their lifes.

A number of ancient warriors march forth.
From the darkness within.
The greatest screamings of anger arrives at.
The enemies life.

From the deepest land of hate.
Another soul to save.
the rain is slowly falling.
Gently caress my skin.
Riding on the horses.
Slaughter of the sons.
The enemies awaits the fight.
The fight for our God.

As I look on the sky.
I hear the ravens cry.
On the ground where I look.
The blood flows on the stone.
shields and swords here them cry.
Arrows flows through the sky.
Death is on the way we march.
The warriors ride once more.

Believe in faith and yourself.
The fight begins to chance.
Wolves howling in the night.
The eyes are burning still.
The battle rages on and on.
The rain falls from the sky.
Take revenge for all the pain.
Granded by the gods.

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