Journey In The Woods (Falchion)

Through the dark forest our army travelles The snow glitters the moonlight as the trees cover We grasp to the sword Our fate will be shown Once again we can fall until the gates are opened I bend under the fit in my pain The hunger of battle grows Here they sent us To the disconsolate woods We grasp to the sword Our fate will be shown Once again we can fall until the gates are opened Our journey is hard through the coniferous forest Still we trust our fate searching for hope Not the long time till we see the brothers' camp We drink the bowl to the heathenfolk's blood Too long has tasted To look for a new dark valley Where can we cover to the mist And get our new powers As we arrive to the ice of the lake We see an army of the ennemies We let them sink to hole in the ice We let them sink till the bottom We grasp to the sword Our fate will be shown Once again we can fall until the gates are opened Once again our powers will be shown And the waste of blood will be filled Heathenfolk's win will be celebrated And the heroes will be praised As cold as a crust of snow Are our feelings against the ennemies We can sacrifice ourselves for the heathenfolk We live or die, but we hold our caste