Song | Warriors of the Night |
Artist | Wizard |
Album | Magic Circle |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
When stormy winds in autumn | |
Brings smell of snow and ice | |
The master of the golden hall will rise | |
Gathering dead warriors | |
Death � virgins at his side | |
Across the rainbow bridge they will ride | |
Proud he's sitting on his horse | |
Looks to his wild brood | |
With the power of providence | |
They'll ride soon | |
He held up high his spear | |
This is the final sign | |
The golden gates are opened wide | |
Down to midgard | |
High in the sky | |
With his wild hunt | |
He will ride | |
He summons now the warriors of the night | |
Feel the burning touch of odin | |
(you hear) the pounding of their hoofs | |
Like thunder in the sky | |
This thunder will call you to look high | |
Like a magic wind of doom | |
Like a firewall of death | |
Don't look down this is your test | |
Are you frightend | |
Or are you brave | |
Don't be afraid | |
It's not your grave | |
He summons now the warriors of the night | |
Feel the burning touch of odin | |
An angry wind blows through my hair | |
A touch of greatness in the air | |
I look to the left, to the right | |
I look high up to the sky | |
And the only thing i see | |
Odin on his ride |
When stormy winds in autumn | |
Brings smell of snow and ice | |
The master of the golden hall will rise | |
Gathering dead warriors | |
Death virgins at his side | |
Across the rainbow bridge they will ride | |
Proud he' s sitting on his horse | |
Looks to his wild brood | |
With the power of providence | |
They' ll ride soon | |
He held up high his spear | |
This is the final sign | |
The golden gates are opened wide | |
Down to midgard | |
High in the sky | |
With his wild hunt | |
He will ride | |
He summons now the warriors of the night | |
Feel the burning touch of odin | |
you hear the pounding of their hoofs | |
Like thunder in the sky | |
This thunder will call you to look high | |
Like a magic wind of doom | |
Like a firewall of death | |
Don' t look down this is your test | |
Are you frightend | |
Or are you brave | |
Don' t be afraid | |
It' s not your grave | |
He summons now the warriors of the night | |
Feel the burning touch of odin | |
An angry wind blows through my hair | |
A touch of greatness in the air | |
I look to the left, to the right | |
I look high up to the sky | |
And the only thing i see | |
Odin on his ride |
When stormy winds in autumn | |
Brings smell of snow and ice | |
The master of the golden hall will rise | |
Gathering dead warriors | |
Death virgins at his side | |
Across the rainbow bridge they will ride | |
Proud he' s sitting on his horse | |
Looks to his wild brood | |
With the power of providence | |
They' ll ride soon | |
He held up high his spear | |
This is the final sign | |
The golden gates are opened wide | |
Down to midgard | |
High in the sky | |
With his wild hunt | |
He will ride | |
He summons now the warriors of the night | |
Feel the burning touch of odin | |
you hear the pounding of their hoofs | |
Like thunder in the sky | |
This thunder will call you to look high | |
Like a magic wind of doom | |
Like a firewall of death | |
Don' t look down this is your test | |
Are you frightend | |
Or are you brave | |
Don' t be afraid | |
It' s not your grave | |
He summons now the warriors of the night | |
Feel the burning touch of odin | |
An angry wind blows through my hair | |
A touch of greatness in the air | |
I look to the left, to the right | |
I look high up to the sky | |
And the only thing i see | |
Odin on his ride |