Glory کے بول

Strongly the wind blows, as we march towards the Rising Sun. Many of us - dead, but many are still fighting brave. Still the Victory has not come, we will win as fast as we can, Run or stay on feet - 'cause battle rages again. After long, long night, we burn the church upon the hill No one will be left alive. Brothers of my Mighty Sword - now the moon leads us straight. The Glory has not come - we will not stand and wait! Don't wait for the Glory to come ! We are walking on the ashes of the churches we burned down But the strongest of all fires is burning in our hearts! We rise the torches - let they know who we are Their weak attacks will not even leave a scar. As we entering the Cemetery we can hear wolfs howl. Burning another village - the glory's not so far. The power of the Pentagram is on our side The Glory comes at last! Come! The Fire's burning! Run! Or die! Snake Servants - we are Run! Or die!