The bloody wrathful moon Stares down upon the earth From behind the dark clouds The moon's ray - the sky's curse
Invades the temple Christian flock subjected to lies Insulted the land of our fathers By destruction of the sacred places we hold dear
But we will not surrender that land Where our ancestors once dwelt And our sword of war was raised The battle is our deal of honour
And what of the rusting swords Rusting in rotten blood spilt from the popes Our smiths will forge New swords from pain and evil
And let wounds bleed Fire burn and hearts break Bitter tears will wash wounds clean Inspiring the brave and evil spirit
We will fight for the end Deal the final blow Until we meet the enemy Until the bloodied blade rests in our handTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
