Soul that´s kneeling on icy ground
where the air meets the scent of steel...
... she´s guessing where´s the hidden bound
between her death and skill to feel?
Force of raiders is coming forth
hear the massive blast of hooves
set Battlefield in the way of lore:
half to the wood and the rest to the grassland!
Hit the drums of war!!
Deadly wind whispers in your brain
space around - virgin and calm
now look into the eyes of tyrant...
... sun will touch soon the horizon.
Crimson rays... crossing in the grass
dissapear to nothing in the forrest
last image transforms into killing desire...
... remains just the only wish - to stay alive!
In the land of endless dusk,
sea is red and sky´s still flaming
there is no belief and there is no trust
Rest In Peace, you dead but standing...
