Glory for those who let their fears in past
Having taken the enemies lands
Glory for those who will reach the stars of
To never come back...
So wait by the side of the almighty Crom...
Words in the wind, I can hear you, I can feel you
Blowing the sea, to the mountains of Grief
Row to the mist, it is written in our destiny
Words in the wind, take your weapons
Spirit of wind, I can find you as far I can see
Blowing the sea, take a swig of my drink!
Row to the mist, our
brothers didnt die in vain
Spirit of wind, I can hear their screams in my dreams...
From the other side of the Stygian
Songs of battles will pray in your name
No mercy on your blade
Nor sign of a small benevolence
look back or future will clit your throat
Why we fought will be buried into the oblivion
Grant me at last
With the head of the
traitor as the price of revenge
Grant me revenge!
Grant me revenge in the name of the proud of the fallen ones
under years of
Send me strength through the air of the highest clouds
Dont let ravens feed their young birds with my entrails...
Alive in our chest!
A new time will come...
To meet the dead
Ice becomes red
As we move forward
howls of pain
Will be the sound of reward
Many men will be lost in the blood
But much more were sent with no hope in their
soul to the eternity...
Dream of vanity
I hope be worth
I wont deceive you in this world...
feel, be real, at last
Be free, as the ashes in wind...
Unfurl the sails
Were going back home
Remember the life as a
breeze from the north...
We have the breath
For whom we have fought
Allowing our ships to be drawn towards them...