The Conquering Of Hirsir کے بول

At the break of dawn The gods above and below Blow their harns The dark mist lies low Above the moisty ground Gods summoning their gathered hordes In declaration of war We partake in massive bloodshed Whilst the remaining freeze and die Unshorn warrior behold the burning Lovely it is the flames burning Hirsir A lonesome cry echoes through an almost cloudless sky One god has fallen from high heaven ground Human parts and weapons lie scattered As blood freeze to solid ground Yes pagan souls be witness To the conquering of Hirsir So warriors unsheathe your swords Burn with us and our lord Drums play their slow march Symbolize that we will to Hell march Alonesome cry echoes through and almost cloudless cky One god has fallen from heaven high Human parts and weapons lie scattered As blood freeze to solid ground Yes pagan souls be witness to the conquering The battle is set for the conquering of Hirsir