The winds are blowing cold we're standing side by side Eye to eye with the oppressors My blood is running cold there's tension in the air I wonder will I live or will I die
Breaking the silence with the order to attack Our archers raise their longbows straight into the sky A swarm of arrows' going down like lethal rain Piercing their flesh - there's no escape
Now that the first blood's spilled the fight begins to rage Our riders hit the battleground The sound of pounding hooves afflicting them with fear Their end is drawing near
Riding - with swords held up high - we are riding To die or prevail! Fighting - with furious rage - we are fighting To die or prevail!
Screaming our warcries as we charge the enemy Tearing their flesh with our steel The battlefield is tainted with futs und blood Merciless slaughter - hatred unleashed - kill or be killed!
We're fighting bravely with bloodlust in our eyes And so the wargods choose our side Our swords and axes are covered with their blood They're overpowerd by our might
Riding - with swords held up high - we are riding To die or prevail! Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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