Sounds of the hooves on the way Footsteps are left in the snow The wind stops sounding by reins And the fire stops warming up
The heir of a crownless reign Advanced by hollow ways from distant lands The legions make ways with stained blades And every morning tears and cries Remind with hate the lifes that passed away And the corpses lying on the ground
Descending from stormy clouds To a snowed valley to deceide the skie´s fate “The usurper, He who seize us all and came to conquer from forgotten shores” Hatred grow and hours passed-by, Words were spoken for the last time What ravens once swore in the snow was Keeping alive the pure land´s bloodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
