Riding across the baron waste with sword and shield in hand The sound of bloody hooves would drive a man made In blacked steel they rode To the hundred men at hand The woman of the priestess shouting kill, kill, kill A hundred leagues they rode To the baron lands that wait To fight an enemy that their goddess commands At last they reach their goal The hundred men at hand They stood their gawking at this black (steel) golden lass
Guided by steel, inherited the iron will Of our true goddess Sabnack Ruler of 50 legions that dominate the night Protection the soldiers away from the fight Warrior priestess protect the night, stave off the enemy who wishes to fight Warrior priestess protect the night, protect the soldiers who can not fight
Back in present day, with the hundred men at hand The women of the priestess with Sabnack’s guiding hand At last we attack our foe, our dear old foe indeed The women in the front with their golden locks and deed
Her smile, in the hear of battle Her kiss that sooths my soul Her embrace, I’m off to the gods A warriors last rights.
At last we defeated our foe, our dear old foe indeed The women of the priesthood where our saviours indeed But atlas my adventures over, I took an arrow to the knee By I didn’t stand there sulking, I stood there with glee For I have killed their chief, their big old daring chief With on swift strike his head went rolling to my feet But now I sit head at this tavern with this bottle of mead Telling everyone of my greatest deedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
