Dark was the dawn and biting was the air The strong wind of death blew in the snowy plain While the warriors of two tribes Were waiting to fight for their lives
Hard were the times and cruel was the price To pay to survive in this dark age And so blew the deep battle horns The sharp iron drank blood without rest
They fought as the lions, against the hungry dogs They died like men, on the blood stained snow
In the fury of battle born a son of king "Victory" was written on the book of doom His father gave him a mighty sword And told him: "You always trust in this faithful steel"
When he grew strong as the storm He went through the world thirsty for vengeance Until he found the wicked man And the strong wind of death blew again
They fought as the lions, against the hungry dogs He won like a hero, on the blood stained stoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
