In the eye of warfare. In the silence of the woods. Soon cames the blood red dawn.
Death will fall upon these fields. No armour or shield. Shall defend from the blade of the winterborn.
Crimson sun is rising. And soon the enemy is moving forward.
Frozen blood on the snow. Not in the name of vengeance. Or the path or retaliation. We stand to defend with supreme defiance.
In the eye of the storm. Not by bloodline but as brothers of the war. Last line of the defence worn. With their blood new borders shall be drawn.
Frozen blood on the snow. Not in the name of vengeance. Or the path of retalition. We stand to defend with supreme defiance.
In the eye of the storm. Not by bloodline but as brothers of the war. Last line of the defence worn. With their blood new borders shall be drawn.
Enemy defeated. Bloodless legions. On a cold white ground. On a frozen soil. Of the north.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
