Graveworm

Into darkness thy spirit wanders
Through the moonless sky
Stream of blood in the frozen snow
Howling wolves arrives
Torches burning, in a thousand hands
As i await the darkly sun
Unto the ancient moon I fearing
The darkness of all time
AS I DIE !
Without any fear I hold my sword
The rain begins to fall
Then a storm shall arise
Falling from the sky
Sended up a howling wind
Across the burning sea
Marching with pride and no one fears
The storm begins to march
Strong and brave so they stand
Warriors on their horses
A cry of war emerges
Hear the steel of might
Full of hate and agony
Through the rain they march
Fighting for the landscape
Fighting for their lifes
A number of ancient warriors march forth
from the darkness within