Cold north winds blow As they bring on the seasons of change As the falling rain turns to snow Covering hills and landscapes Of forests now dead As we plan by the fireside When we shall strike! Take to your horses! We ride tonight!
Under cover of the storm So that by morning we shall arrive As we approach the walls We smell the fires of the night before And without warning we take to our swords
Slaughtering them by the hundreds We hold their heads up high To show the others we have come To take back our pride
Victory is ours in blood-soaked stains Of those we trample in cold-hearted vain The cries of the weak as they fall to their knees!
With so many of our men lost And the death of our best night We send out a rider, to seek The one who could help us..now ride!
And the prophets once told The stories of a man An alchemist with the powers To raise up the dead!
No greater man has ever stood before Me with the lift of his arm He could summon up the dead!
Their shiny crimson covered armor How it glistened in the wolfmoon’s Light..in the night
Through the power of his wisdom He turned back time...through alchemy! Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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