Songtext von Next Night will Come

Northern wind whispears blasphemous words of prayers Circle of monks is singing glorious psalm In thirteen arms chandelier black candles are lighting Their shining harbringer a day of battle Frostly wind brings sound of murderous fights Northern warriors are rising their swords There are sounds of tortures between flames Death is triumph and his shadow We have to destroy this race of fools Spit on their own blood let fire and sword destroy their orders Our victory will bring darkness Walking on a large battlefield Sowed with dead bodies I can see dead bodies of my brothers Their sacrifice brought victory Next night will come tomorrow for forge new axes And next crusade will bring the call of revenge again Villages will burn, blood will being shed-fire, massacre And evil moonlight will mark the end of the revenge