They've arrived brought by the wind And on our lands raised chantries Through fear tyrannized our septs Behind a mask of kindness And golden cross staff A restless evil dwelled Run, ride with us to the imminent end Die with us, this is the only end to a brave Face painted and proud we ride Tyranny no more pumped in their veins But on our axes and blades Blades which no longer shine Due to your cold blood on it stained Run, ride with us to the imminent end Die with us, this is the only end to a brave Insolently we honor the pagan remains Oblivious to death your cross we profaneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
