Unmerciful men and their souls
Cold as snow
Riding and carrying axes to
Defending their values
And their vain ideals in battle

In the waterfields the dark sky
Touches the white snow
The taste of victory in the heart
The warm blood melting on the snow

No more strenght in the fist
There’s no way to hit the axe
Any more the shield now is broken
This battle now is over

But the battle heat feeds my soul
Closing my eyes making me
Imagine one more victory…

Womwm serving me wine
And giving me pleasure…

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