Bathory

Death's star on horizon
Lightning and rain
Black winds and thunder
The skyline is in flames
Written in the red mist
The sign of the one
Who rides death's cold wind
And walk disguised among
All you vagrant souls
Of profane disbeliefs
False prophets and deceivers
Shall swing from the trees
Soon the dawn shall arise
For all the oppressed to arm
A chariot of thunder shall be seen
And bronze horns shall sound the alarm
Fist will raise like hammers
To a cloudy black sky
Bonds and chains fall to the ground
Children of all slaves
Stand united and proud
All people of bondage shall triumph
And live by the sign of...
Blood Fire Death
The moment is chosen
The Battlefield is bare
Take now thy stand people
The true ones don't fear
Now choose your weapons
fall in the line
Choose well your colours
And follow your sign