Song | Wapen |
Artist | Adorned Brood |
Album | Wigand |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
They raise their fists into the sky | |
Many didn't suffice to bring the death to some of them | |
They prayed to gods they died with pride | |
Some of them sufficed to bring the death to all | |
Their swords drilled into their skull | |
The blades were hungry and now have to be sharpened | |
and freed from strange blood | |
which is precious for the clairvoyance | |
The barbarians prepare | |
to leave now | |
to get closer | |
to their aim |