The world is awaiting anticipating tragedy Cynical spirits, try to spoil our legacy
We'll trample the dead with ten legions of men Only the true will survive There'll be no retreat, all false souls we'll defeat Our call to honour won't die
Beware!
Sign of the Storm! Our time's at hand! Blood on your sword (All Hail!)
Sign of the storm, the siege begins, victory is now You've got blood on your hands!
Crowds of fools watching For a flicker of weakness in our eyes But oh, how they'll crumble When they hear our battle cry
Do be afraid!
The warriors now gather, from all corners of the world One mission unites them, we now invoke the gods of war!
After the slaughter, we gaze upon the blood soaked field No pity or sorrow, the choice they made was all to real
The World is watching, now to mourn this tragedy The cynical spirits once again begin their scheme
Forever we will fight together Brothers hold your torches high Warriors of Albion!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
