Battleaxe, sworde of steele
Hammer, bow and an iron pride
Out of the twilight I returne prepared to strike
In the darkest realm, where the faithe is lost
and the falseness reigns
A storme shalle arise
To rake the fire and burn the chains
Warrior- Knight of the storme
Warrior- Ready to strike
Warrior- Lead by the oathe
Warrior- For fighting I was borne
Many battles won, stronger from fighte to fighte
Burning enemies
Fire, nighte after nighte
Fieldes are shining red
Skulls and bones throughout the lande
The storme of victory
Hath been laid into barbaric hands
Warrior- Knight of the storme
Warrior- Ready to strike
Warrior- Lead by the oathe
Warrior- For fighting I was borne
When I fall in honour, pride and glory
And sworde in hande
The spirit shall live on forever in the hallowed lande
Warrior- Knight of the storme
Warrior- Ready to strike
Warrior- Lead by the oathe
Warrior- For fighting I was borne |
