Текст песни DoomSword - In The Battlefield
DoomSword - In The Battlefield слова песни
Dust clouds arise from the english groundThe smell of blood pierces the brainRunning in charge towards the castle wallsI hear my heart beat down in my throatI know the Battle joy!As my sweat drops into my eyesA rain of arrows whistlles in the skyThis icy air freezes our bladesAnd wet our beards with a morning rainBlood, it`s on my face!Odin guide my sword!As some vikings bolts pierce the wallsWe bring the ram towards the gateWarriors proudly die under english fireTha ram claims for its path of deathThunderous is the crack!I awaited for this glorious momentI can now enter the fortress crying the chargeMy axe cuts some english headsWhile the city of Jorvik cries its swansongCaptured is the king!Odin guide my sword!