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Blood Of Christians On My Sword
- wykonawca: Graveland
The frost tries to reach us
With it's cruel, cold hands
The cold witheness hurts our eyes
And we still march with wind in the face
We follow the trace of blood in the snow
Yesterday we burnt two villages
We killed women and children
Heads out of the bodies of priests
We impaled on our wooden socle...
The blood of hideous monk
Is still getting blacker on my axe
Their temple burnt
And we fed a fire with their corpses
My brothers are marching silently
The great frost turns the hearts into ice
The warm blood will bring the life back
To their bodies...
Another christian village is near...
Those who escaped, showed us the way...
On the blood from their wounds...
We must deal them a deathblow
Before wolves get them...
On the horizon behind us
The black smoke appears on the sky
On the hills full of trees
Wolves observe us
They'll leave the hills and follow us
As soon as the day in over...
The frost tries to reach us
With it's cruel, cold hands
The cold witheness hurts our eyes
And we still march with wind in the face
We follow the trace of blood in the snow
Yesterday we burnt two villages
We killed women and children
Heads out of the bodies of priests
We impaled on our wooden socle...
The blood of hideous monk
Is still getting blacker on my axe
Their temple burnt
And we fed a fire with their corpses
My brothers are marching silently
The great frost turns the hearts into ice
The warm blood will bring the life back
To their bodies...
Another christian village is near...
Those who escaped, showed us the way...
On the blood from their wounds...
We must deal them a deathblow
Before wolves get them...
On the horizon behind us
The black smoke appears on the sky
On the hills full of trees
Wolves observe us
They'll leave the hills and follow us
As soon as the day in over...