Testo di Voice Of The Gods

On to the snow, in a desolate moor We're marching through thunders, we follow the moon A new day is rising, it only can tell What will be our fate... The swords now are shining, we're ready to kill Searching a new way to scrub all my pain But swordshocks and blood are contrasting my aim What now I need is a stonger defence Help me if you can... Now heaven is falling, the snow's turning red Nightriders fight with a sword made of steel trying to defend our king a great scream of victory'll rise from the voice of the Gods Sorrow and destruction have found now their way We've got the right but it's so hard to say A million of soldiers have died without fear Feeling deadly shivers... We roam through the mountains, we fight to survive! Silently, across the snowplain, we look to the sun's shining high Searching for a new horizon we're proud to belong to the king.