W/Wodulf/Resound the Hooves of the Army of the Deceased
When the winter winds blow and the Yule fires are lit In the dark forest paths and the wild heaths A sudden rustling through the tops of the trees And the barking of dogs fills the air The hunters behind whooping in eerie fury:
"Wod! Wod! - Midden in dem Weg!"
Through the nebulous skies of midnight and the cursed witching hour of Dodecameron Dead riders of the storm are marching Uproarious flock on black stallions Fire spurts from the their empty eyes
Resound the hooves of the army of the deceased Ghostly avengers in demonic disguise Wounded and headless spirits of the battle slained Undead Einherjers - Martial shapes of retaliatory frenzy Arcane forces from Asgard in a ferocious onslaught
Horns blow and funereal bells chime Heralds of the rising tribulation to come War, Pestilence, Famine and Death The traitors and the guilty shall tremble The barbaric doom of the Wild Hunt shall fall on their headsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
