Wintershire, we defend, up hills high Into the dark weave of a great dark storm Cold, red snow, from their flow from sword and bow Kings and men, fall or fight, a punishing Everywhere, thousands lie. God almighty! Driving them from our land to their sea
Great fathers and sons, brothers everyone Out upon that scene, under wintersun Draw your blade once more. From the trees they pour Say a prayer out loud. Let us end this war
Sweat at the sword and the killing hand Let the steel answer them. Show no mercy! And snow leaves a drift of sin and loathing Yet they come evermore. What is this!
Many fell today, and their bodies lay All across this land as their spirit fades Name upon name, fabled and brave Years of doing this, but they always came
My wounds let me know the rage of winter and the world Every hour, I'm broken down. I will not kneel before you broken Nearer now, their faces clear. And books held in bloodstained gloves
Right from here I can see the whole world dying in their flames In the beginning, were the words they forced into me Pages inked in blood. A new God comes to save us allTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
