Blowing so stongly, the storm makes a point It brings along odor that will make you faint Stench of the dead on the theatre of war Has not let nobody be carefree so far
Fight for salvation has lasted a while And looks like it carries on for a long time Killing the warriors who came here for glory Lets hope someone lives through to retell the story
Fear has no power All spirits are high If death runs us over No need for good bye
Grim reaper old-timer Will gather our souls A lifetime is over Earth takes back the bones
A battle is held between rivalling tribes For honor and fortune have men left their wives Lust for destruction has confused their minds Changed into monsters they don't want to be
The struggle is even and no one can tell A figure of saying for whom the bell tolls No one has come here to let themselves die A side of the winners is the ultimate goal
Fear has no power All spirits are high If death runs us over No need for good bye
Grim reaper old-timer Will gather our souls A lifetime is over Earth takes back the bones
Fear has no power All spirits are high If death runs us over No need for good bye
Grim reaper old-timer Will gather our souls A lifetime is over Earth takes back the bones