Текст песни Scandinavian warmachine

battalions diperse at dawn leaving a coast of elusive safety moving towards days of certain death wit the chill of doom in every breath through wartorn landscapes their march towards doom continues burning fields and flesh that cries soon enough combat will rise scandinavian warmachine warriors of the north scandinavian warmachine dug their heels in and moved to the front north this scandinavian warmachine conjured to feed a putrid war they fought and died and crawled and bled on fields afar viking blood was shed unsaluted soldiers of old and deathfilled days now burst forth your legacy and bast in praise