The noon has come The Sun Stood up high No one survived And no one could hide The muteness of god Who watched and cried He saw the force of pagan blood
Steel blades scroop And blood paints the ground No one alive is left behind Four men march, cutting their way They seek for blood to make their name
Another day another fight And second charge strikes on the crowd No glimpse of fear Determined their hearts To rape Christian women And burn their lands
Mordant scream and smoke over woods Proclaimed four swordsman Arrived at you Immortal they are No mercy they show Like four wild winds They walk and destroy
In Christian lands people believe Taking Nord Wind as an omen for ill None of them can’t sleep safe When their hear marching them in
God of love mercy and peace Shows his weakness To the cold of steel And all deadly wounds taken from our swords Will never be healed Cause we are at war
Steel blades scroop And blood paints the ground No one alive is left behind Four men march, cutting their way They seek for blood to make their nameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
