Paroles de Northern Fist Triumphant

Can you hear it in the distance The Call for Extinction In a savage storm we roll Marching forth to Conquest A cry for desolation A howling in the night A blade for the dying Fists of the North, Triumphant Our names be whispered On the winds from the North A frozen warning From a fang filled wind The scent of Apocalypse Subzero Purification Weaving a web of Holocaust And misery everlasting A cry for desolation A howling in the night A blade for the dying Fists of the North, Triumphant Can you hear it in the distance The Call for Extinction In a savage storm we roll Marching forth to Conquest