Sorcerous magic, dark witch's bane Brings fire down, down to see Smashing the tower Wasting the whore Sending the bitch Back to her grave
Pitful dogs will never learn It's futile to try and fight Our axes draw blood, Shields crush bones Powers as great as the night But when I draw that black, evil blade Then I'm ready to fight But sorrow and sadness, Oh, cannot heal The pain of that blade
Gather your mounts For at dawn we ride Ten thousand dark legions Standing side by side Gazing into the enemies The battle horn sounds
Hideous wa cries Hooves crack and proud
Onward to battle my dark legions fly By the call of Odin They hold their swords up high Gazed in hard at the bloody bought Steel against steel, more cries did shout
Falling backwards, our enemies did crash Trying to block the legions that thrash Blood was spilled in furious sums Answer the heed of the Holy one
Sorcerous magic, dark witch's bane Brings fire down, down to see Smashing the tower Wasting the whore Sending the bitch Back to her grave Back to her grave Back to her, back to her Back to her, back to her graveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
