Vital Remains

Moon at dawn, high above the horizon
Wind is calm, sun is slowly rising
Clouds will form, hide the blazing star
Mighty winds bring the coming storm
Gather sons of the northern fronts
Born of thorns, you are nocturnal ones
Moonlight ride, you chariot will glide
Through the sky into a blade of glory.
The climates right, prepare to fight
Observe the light in the dark night
Onward we ride, nowhere to hide
You fear in side, let the battle begin
Be hold a land worshiping a man
Ruled by law, under holy rites
Destroy this land, where the Christians stand
Taste the sword, blood pays reward
Cast de souls into a blazing fire
Sacrifice judgment of our desire