At the top of the hill, a legion of the unknown gathers We stare into each others souls with malicious intent All on the line, we charge
As it rages, seeming unlikely to cease They all clash, knowing their fates
Arcane waves of energy flow through the air Steel dips itself in blood Here they all shall die with honour
The landscape now painted crimson The sanguine liquid caressing the ground No sign of sheathing, it rages on
Dusk approaches, limbs now ache Death yearning to embrace our souls Sons of the earth wage in a battle for the honour of ancients
The gods look down on us and smile with satisfaction Songs will be sung around embers Whispers in the night will accompany our feats
Moon light comforting our trek away from home Stories told of all odysseys in the wake of victory
For it shall be told Here, in faraway lands Blood was split Fight with honour, they said Die with dignity
Fate approaches blindly Bound by blood Through the endless night They send us off To meet our gods.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
