Warcry کے بول

Heathen warcry I summon the strength of the gods Warcry! My soul is free to become possessed And new reward shall be given As we ride Under the... Black moon Cold moon Full moon I grant you my sacrifice As my enemies fall as a harvest By the sound of my.. Warcry! Thundering hooves breaks the ground Warcry! Firstblood is drawn A scent in the wind To be aroused by death is no sin The savage rage in our eyes As our enemies die Scattered destruction, the chant of the horde The goddess of death gides my sword Midwinter moon, pale light shine This baptism of blood Is all but mine