Teksty:
Honor In Flames Of The Rising Power

of forefathers Which glows to this day I have so much strength to devote for my fighting, To bring them the death Almighty Thor, call me to fight Victory's my honor

Among the roar of war In bloody red the earth is bleeding Battle-axe hollow moan Carried by echo sounds like a storm In skies the hammer sign The gift

Following by one voice, And seeing all the naked truth Entering violent way of storm Where all the others are down In freedom of the fearless souls Which

Waves of Baltic still sing their songs While nobody hears it today The memories of ancient times While so close every day About these lords as strong

The others will be covered by the mist of contempt Just like they thrown away the altars of their forefathers in silent shame Themselves, their children

honor calls to stand when others fall Gods of war feel the power of my sword The clash of honor calls to stand when others fall Gods of war feel the power

would be owners of land And other man-made things False love as the eternal flame Would move some to think in rings And gold would be our power And

of God, showing himself to be king ... He shall honor a god of fortress, And anoint himself in blood as resurrection's son Rising from the dawn ...

to get even worse. In that respect, the mood and expectation of bad times became a self-fulfilling prophecy.) "Horrific place, ladies and gentlemen, the smoke and the flames