Тексты песен Satanic Warmaster

In an arcade of woods in a sombre forest I rise my hand in a devoted hail To the obscure Horns that lead me To my black desting to grow humble As the funeral breeze blows in my face And runs through m

Our forefathers fought for our land With power and steel, swords in hand Pagan blood was strong in their hearts Given by the gods to reach the stars Heathen blood, the guide of the strong Never lets