Текст песни When Dead Heroes In Glory Rise...

Black candles slowly burning in circle five they stand souls cry on freezing winds beginning this ritual The Mages calling ancient names summon Lord Moon's possessed in flash of swords they see in past dead heroes rise In wars they live for kings they die for faith they give their lives From death they called to fight with Gods To stand under Lord Moon's banner!!! Blood-red eyes full of hate black armors and black wings on dead face smile for kill innocence blood they spilled In magic daemons weed surrounded by the flame burrowed underground forget by Sun and Gods Fog, silence dark thick like a pitch a moving shadows of naked trees trembling shrubs that there is no win here is no sun no sing of birds Evil, cold eyes a hatefully gaze this step, rustles, scream this virgin soul torments on battlefield, where tormented spirits howl The sounds of swords of never ending fight...