A sharp and cold wind burning to the bone Among the iced peaks he frightened every man Masked as a pagan idol carved into stone A tricky fiend was taking one soul every ten Then he came, the saint, the holy brave The raging demon spat: "This pass shall be your grave!"
Shepards and peasants, all they knew the tale "His stole by divine breath soared gleaming in the air And turned into a sacred chain To grab the unholy hell spawn"
He was the tenth, he blessed all those brave men The demon roared his sentence of death Blazes, ice wind, storms of rock, thunderbolts Four elements fell as one on the climbers Blizzard of chaos shattered by hope "Chain of heaven, holy wrath, banish him!"
He was the tenth, he blessed all those brave men The demon roared his sentence of death Blazes, ice wind, storms of rock, thunderbolts Four elements fell as one on the climbers Blizzard of chaos shattered by hope Chain of heaven, holy wrath, Crushed the infamous stoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
