Voice Of The Gods

On to the snow, in a desolate moor

We're marching through thunders, we follow the moon

A new day is rising, it only can tell

What will be our fate...

The swords now are shining, we’re ready to kill

Searching a new way to scrub all my pain

But swordshocks and blood are contrasting my aim

What now I need is a stonger defence

Help me if you can...

Now heaven is falling, the snow's turning red

Nightriders fight with a sword made of steel

Trying to defend our king

A great scream of victory'll rise from the voice of the Gods

Sorrow and destruction have found now their way

We’ve got the right but it's so hard to say

A million of soldiers have died without fear

Feeling deadly shivers...

We roam through the mountains, we fight to survive!

Silently, across the snowplain, we look to the sun's shining high

Searching for a new horizon we're proud to belong to the king