الكلمات الأصلية
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Through the night and through the sky
Rides the wanderer far far high
Winds and storms embrace this guy
By the march through the nightly sky
Winds
Storms - nightly sky
The march of revenge it shall be
Thousand of tortures he left behind
With his bloody axe he murdered
There is no survivor
Summon his forces
Hear my call
All cries for hope are failed
And now the wanderer is marching on
Summon his forces
Hear my call
