Paroles de The Iceman Has Risen

Hail Death! [x4] To the front of the battle we ride With our weapons in hand, Banners pressed to the sky Standing over the dead on the ground With a warm cup of blood and a victory shout! [CHORUS:] Soaked from head to foot With the enemy's blood The Iceman has risen again Cold fire in his eyes Vengeful sword in his hand The Iceman has risen again Generations were lost as the ice giant slept 'Twas in him where our courage was kept Generations it took us to shake him awake Now it's war that the Ice giant makes! (repeat chorus) In the depths of the Aryan soul Lies an unequalled hatred Where icy blood flows The Vikings, The Saxons, The Lombards, The Vandals, The Teutons, The Normans The Franks and the Angles!