Текст песни Bathory - A Fine Day To Die
Bathory - A Fine Day To Die слова песни
Orgy of silenceConspiracy of peaceOnly the masterOf the cold northern breezeTwinsun sink fadingBehind the black lakeAsleep is the mountainsYet the night is awakeStrange is the nightNow black stars riseAnd many moons circleThrough silent the nightAlong the black mountainside scatteredBy the campfires awaiting the dawnTwo times a hundred men in battlesTried by the steel in the arrow axe and the swordBy battle worn hunger torn awaiteningFor the sun to break through the cold hazeAnd for the banners of Ebal to appearOn the hill in the sun`s first warm raysThe elder among the men looked deep intoThe fire and spoke loud with prideTomorrow is a fine day to dieNow the morning advance from far eastNow the sun breaks through dustclouds and hazea forest of spears appears onthe hillthe steel shines bright in the sun`s first rays