Rumbling thunder cracks the sky And rain starts pouring down Lightning strikes a cold bright light Upon the blooddrenched ground
The sword play is hard And many fall Steel bites sharp in flesh And upon a mountain Towering tall Stand the messengers of death
Five horsemen in armour bright Waiting in the flashing light Looking down upon the field Where Vikings fight with axe and shield
On stallions black as night With eyes burning red They ride with thunder to the fight Deliverance of certain death
A warcry loud as Heimdall's horne Echoes across the land Enemies who hear it freeze to the bone Friends of doom proudly stand
They ride faster than the wind With lightning speed they strike Black ravens follow where they've been To feed from those who died
With power they wield their swords As they ride down fleeing men Sending them to Hel's dark court To never come back again
The warriors ride once more To the mountain from which they came Once sent by the gods to war And they never return in shameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
