The winds of hell are blowing strong again The bodies still are burning, turn to ashen death Technology has made it easier To sacrifice our brothers of the earth We'll have to pay the piper if we are to survive The grapes of wrath are dying on the vine Heed the rising of the crimson tides We've turned the art of war to genocide
No honor left no glory face to face Unlike the time of ancients, of Odin and the fates Inside our hearts we still believe the lore The oath unto the hammer and the sword Still hosted in Valhalla the brave behind the doors Await the final call upon the horn come the crimson tides to every shore So teach your children well the art of war
The Northern lights are dancing cross the sky Above the fields of honor where braver men have died The Valkyries across Midgard still soar To claim the souls of valor true to Thor Like Branwynne and the Yeth hounds who fly from Shining Tor If not for magik we are nevermore So hearken to the wisdom of the Norns So teach your children well the art of warTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
