Sentenced

A gathering in the cold, in the North, in the dark lands of Pohjola
Where the sun had not been crossing the sky nor seen for centuries...
We were brought together by oaths we had once sworn - by blood...
...once together drawn...
We had gathered all our forces
Called together all the heroes
Equipped a hundred swordmen
And a thousand men with crossbows
Strengthened by hate and the thirst for the enemies' blood
We lay in wait for the season of no light
We had seen the frozen mist - we weren't afraid to die
And the oath we had sworn gave us reason to live on
A Calm before the Storm
(We were) Awaiting the Winter Frost
...And then a storm arose in fury
The sky was shattered by lightning...
Awaiting the Winter Frost
As the sky blackened and the stars turned red
The frost greeted us with a cold northern breeze
Off with their heads! Off with their fuckin' heads!!!
Oh, the time had come...