Free as the wind i roam the mount ainside Following the path of the chilling nortwind We the brothers of the northern hammer Are wielding our swords in eternal war
Raventhrone
Countless bodies lies scattered and torn Death is granted to our hated friends The fields of battle are drenched in blood In the sky above the ravens cry
Raventhrone
Troughout times our legacy is handed From father to son So bow down to the northern spirit And be the chosen one
Gather your brothers and call for war That is what we're chosen for Be the one to defy their god Intruders of land, destroyers of faithTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
