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Artiste:
Thronar
Titre:
Gift From The Gods
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Running over landscapes of ice and snow Hiding the sword that carries the prophecy My mind is full of grief and despair I am maybe the only one left to destroy To destroy them all I took the sword from my dying father's hand His last words: "Run my son, the prophecy will prevail" The warrior approached the forest of ice And so the prophecy began For it is written that a warrior will find The way to avenge his family and brothers And brothers in battle I took the sword from my dying father's hand His last words: "Run my son, the prophecy will prevail" Deep in the forest of ice lies a valley In the centre lies a crystal temple The warrior knew this was a gateway to the gods And so he entered the crystal temple Creator of solid steel Bless the coming battle I promise you a great war I will fight without fear Creator of solid steel Bless the coming battle I promise you a great war I will fight without fear Without fear The warrior's prayers were answered At the foot of the crystal temple hundreds of warriors gathered All drawn here by the prophecy of a great warrior who would lead them into a victory of vengeance Brothers in arms, I promised the gods a great war They follow us with great expectations and are anxious for the coming battle We will not rest until Gorodar's head Is nailed to our wall of battle trophies Every enemy will regret, will regret their sins Their death will not be without pain, without pain The warrior approached the forest of ice And so the prophecy began For it is written that a warrior will find The way to avenge his family and brothers And brothers in battle I took the sword from my dying father's hand His last words: "Run my son, the prophecy will prevail"
