Black March کے بول

Descend.. in blades.. Eyes pale, and skyward. Proud.. in Death.. Possessed, by honour. Sound the horn, my Son The horror winds call forth... Sound the drum, fair Noble Call forth the Thunder song... Soak the Earth, with Blood The horror winds call forth... Sound the drum, fair Noble Restore the Wolven laurel... This is the route of red.. March ever on!... Through Night and through dread.. March ever on!... Ascend.. in flames.. With arms, extending. Proud.. in Death.. In embers, of honour. Sound the horn, my Son The horror winds call forth... Sound the drum, fair Noble Call forth the Thunder song... Soak the Earth, with Blood The horror winds call forth... Sound the drum, fair Noble Restore the Wolven laurel... This is the route of red.. March ever on!... Through Night and through dread.. March ever on!...