A winter sun is rising on a pale horizon A fell chill is in the air As the embrace of rime-frost descends upon the valley A war-wind howls down from the north
So draw your sword and look your foe straight in the eye His blood will run red down your steel this day
Oh, sing a song for the fallen Oh, sing a song for the lost Oh, sing a song for the fallen Oh, sing a song for the lost
The war-horn’s call ignites the raging flames of battle Two armies meet their fates this day I hear my brothers fall to a song of splitting chainmail A death-cry chorus ringing loud
So sheathe your blade and watch your foe now as he dies His blood has run red down your steel this day
Oh, sing a song for the fallen Oh, sing a song for the lost Oh, sing a song for the fallen Oh, sing a song for the lost
Here beneath a winter sky Into glorious battle ride Hear the wargod’s mighty call Heroes rise and heroes fall Steel is drawn and sheathed in blood Warriors crushed by the iron flood Every man fought brave and bold Our story will be told For all eternity
Oh, sing a song for the fallen Oh, sing a song for the lost Oh, sing a song for the fallen Oh, sing a song for the lostTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
