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• Artiste: Hordak
• Titre: Fog On The Battlefield
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It was said that our race had passed into legend but i´ll tell you a story about ancient times When the ones of my blood stroke with power to defend their roots with their life Early morning awakes the blood-rage and a bastion now rides battlewards Burning eyes watch over the enemy, a spark and the fire will start to burn And the voice of the ancient ones is a message blowing winged to be heed ´cause my blood has dwelt here for centuries there will always be a ?we? and a ?they? Early mourning, sweat and bloodshed rising with the battlefield´s fog One more day of battles and corpses, flesh for the ravens fertilize the earth Stained my face with your blood and pointing down my sword It´s time to feast and to drink from the horns But before clean up your ax, Why? For Tomorrow? NO! (There´s) No tomorrow for us, cold is the wind that blows in our hearts Only the halls of gods are waiting for us