Battalion diperse at dawn. Leaving a coast of elusive safety. Moving towards days of certain death. Wit the chill of doom in every breatg.
Through wartorn landscapes. Their march towards doom continues. Burning fields and flesh that ries. Soon enough combat will rise.
Scandinavian warmachine. Warriors of the north. Scandinavian warmachine. Dug their hells in and moved to the front north.
This Scandinavian warmachine. Conjured to feed a putrid war. They fought and died and crawled and bled. On fields afar viking blood was ashed.
Unsaluted soldiers. Of old and deathfilled days. Now burst forth your legacy. And bast in praise.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
