This can't wait for long Something must be done The will of the clan Is being burnt by the sun
They've lost many to the cold And more are soon to come The river's dried up And the game are far from home
The time has come Brazen ancient rights Flesh and bone to blood and gore The gods will send their might
Emrik takes a stand Against Malcolm Vangdal He's become complacent And it's sure to kill them all
Let the gods decide Whom shall lead the clan Fight to the death Rise of one man
A circle has formed No weapons shall be drawn A battle of the fist Til the victor is found
Emrik is young Full of ambition The fury inside Is all that controls him
The fight is horrid Strikes begin to rain A frenzy of blood Begins to pour from the slain
A leader has been chosen Rising from the brawl He holds the jawbone of Malcolm VangdalTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
