Текст (слова) песни: DoomSword - In The Battlefield
Dust clouds arise from the english ground The smell of blood pierces the brain Running in charge towards the castle walls I hear my heart beat down in my throat I know the Battle joy!
As my sweat drops into my eyes A rain of arrows whistlles in the sky This icy air freezes our blades And wet our beards with a morning rain Blood, it`s on my face!
Odin guide my sword!
As some vikings bolts pierce the walls We bring the ram towards the gate Warriors proudly die under english fire Tha ram claims for its path of death Thunderous is the crack!
I awaited for this glorious moment I can now enter the fortress crying the charge My axe cuts some english heads While the city of Jorvik cries its swansong Captured is the king!
Odin guide my sword!
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