Their eyes are filled with determination Their voices are loud as they scream for your blood The sound of hoofs approaches from yonder Your footfolk soon trampled to pieces in mud
The earth is trembling, it mimics your fears The vengeance of souls of the HolyTree hopes flee from you like towards you our spears The rise of the Savage Day, our destiny!
Our hate is so strong, it could light up a torch A torch for the christians, in flames they shall die The flames are our allies, your buildings: their prey By daybreak not one that shall point to the sky!
Cursed be your bones, and cursed be your feet A banishing ritual done with an axe Our fields shall not be desecrated again! Hostile blood flows in the depth of it’s tracks
Dozens of bodies are dumped in the woods The scent of their blood it shall call to the wolves The stench of converters will hail the new dawn Their treacherous bones shall be gnawed upon!
The earth is trembling, it mimics your fears The vengeance of souls of the HolyTree hopes flee from you like towards you our spears The rise of the Savage Day, our destiny!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
