As the wind blows against our flesh, the despise for our foes heaves through our veins! To defend our pagan land from the men of the single god. The howl of two wolves brings the winter breeze from the sky above as we see Hugin and Munin fly... Our swords are sheathed in blood, of Christ. Mighty axes glide through flesh and bone. With a smile we strike once more to see the light leave their eyes. Our snow is wet with blood, as our horns proclaim war! On this bloody battlefield they lie awaiting their death. For in this land their god is weak and their faith has left them all! They descend into the depth of Nifelheim where Hel reigns supreme. Dawn approaches, the Aesir have heard our cries, victory is granted as our horns proclaim war! With sword and shield held high, nothing can take away our heathen pride!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
