Scattered across the fields of war The helms of many a fallen kin and the spears of a Golden Horde The stench tears through the air like an arrow yearning for the heart and the ravens call them to their seats in the golden hall The warriors whom heed their masters call
Cult of the serpent and the seas, hail jormungandr
Age of steel & blood
Across forests dim, and through the oceans breeze In the seas, in the depths, dwells a serpent who will test The strength of mighty Thor, and the gleaming Golden Horde
A winter long and cold And a tale for ages told Of when sun turn to dust, and stars consumed to void Born the age of steel and blood When fathers slay their only sons And left is the venomous rage that plagues the land
And Through a dark but open sky Cracks the sound of a hammer laid to anvil A sound familiar unto me but unlike anything having graced my presence before (Blood and steel) And through that opened sky gleamed a light brighter than all the stars, stood there in chariot of oak and gold Wielding hammer in hand A voice rang from the heavens A voice that called for war Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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