Hail is the coldest of grain Christ created the world of old and I will reforge the earth a new with molten obsidian and flame The bards will tell the tales of times the anvil strike, the resounding cry When I hit the steel it sings Sanguinary melodies hymns of yester plunged to the forge to the enemies, let my legend sing By Odin's hand I've laid the form the steel to slay all jarls and kings the soul of christendom the 2nd world of naught will be made the home of thousand It is I, not the soldier that forges the heart weaving the mail in promethean fire whilst beating I shall reign as king whilst crafting - embolden my army When I hit the steel it sings Sanguinary melodies hymns of yester plunged to the forge to the enemies, let my legend sing breathe in my ire From the ingot-born is beautiful The judas sparked luciferian flame breathe in my ire From the ingot-born is beautiful When I hit the steel it sings Sanguinary melodies hymns of yester plunged to the forge to the enemies, let my legend sing The bards will tell the tales of times "For his creation pierced the soul of olden gods"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
