Bornholm

The pain of flesh will squeeze you The torment of soul will put you to death Rome will rise, Rome is eternal Obey our Gods, bastards of Jahve Longinus... Your spear will raise the wrath Longinus... Weapon of raging force We feel the anger the voice o

Hear the cries of the wolves In the moon of the woods, On the marble mounts They answer my call Feel the cold from the North It comes with the winds, Hear the howling horns, Hear the clash of the steel As the lightning, comes from the sky, As the chu

Oh, towers of the shining walls, Oh, ancients of the skies Shattered shields on the ground, Warriors, hear the battlecry Many are died on the Bloodstained altars of hungry gods Thy wisdom has lost, The golden helmet has fallen To the dust... Cold win

Fading shadow of time We will gather again Die with hope in the heart Deathwish, thirst for pain Clouds rise above the land Proud Wind, blow with rage The world is under my will Will to rule, will to conquer Hear the lamentation of kings Once they we