when dead calm reigns over land true freedom gets lost in silence and boredom rises behind my ax weary of chopping only dead wood. as the moon grows in the night my lust to fight guides me as a light, glory of bottle is not a memory only clattering swords can set my soul free.
we all are now ready to fight where our ancestors once lost their lives to rise beside our brothers and fathers into the battle we have to struggle. rise comrades and crush our enemy smell the scent of blood drying on your skin by my flesh and my beating heart I swear to pass away on a battlefield.
if you fight you shall save your life until the day you will die give up would be so unwise hold out my son.
as the sun sets behind the mountain ride through the cold alongside the rain be ready for the valhalla at the dusk cause in the blood of war you will trust. don't be afraid of the rising swords in front of us there is an iron gate leading straight toward another land heading to the place you keep living.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
