Tytuł: Voice of the Gods

• Wykonawca: Arthemis
• Wyświetleń: 336

On to the snow, in a desolate moor
   We’re marching through thunders, we follow the moon
   A new day is rising, it only can tell
   What will be our fate
   ....the swords now are shining, we’re ready to kill
   Searching a new way to scrub all my pain
   But swordshocks and blood are contrasting my aim
   What now I need is a stonger defence
   Help me if you can
   ....now heaven is falling, the snow’s turning red
   Nightriders fight with a sword made of steel
   trying to defend our king
   a great scream of victory’ll rise from the voice of the Gods
   Sorrow and destruction have found now their way
   We’ve got the right but it’s so hard to say
   A million of soldiers have died without fear
   Feeling deadly shivers
   ....we roam through the mountains, we fight to survive!
   Silently, across the snowplain, we look to the sun’s shining high
   Searching for a new horizon we’re proud to belong to the king