Текст песни With Fire And Sword

Only the weak believe That what they do in battle Is who the are as men Far in the north neath hills of stone In caverns black there was a throne By flame encircled there the smoke In coiling collumns rose to choke Slowly his shadow like a cloud Rode from the north and on the proud That would not yield his vengance fell To death or thraldom under hell With fire and sword his ruin red And all that would not bow the head Like lightning fell the northern land Lay groaning neath his ghastly hand