Storm

Blowing so stongly, the storm makes a point 
It brings along odor that will make you faint 
Stench of the dead on the theatre of war 
Has not let nobody be carefree so far 

Fight for salvation has lasted a while 
And looks like it carries on for a long time 
Killing the warriors who came here for glory 
Lets hope someone lives through to retell the story 


Fear has no power 
All spirits are high 
If death runs us over 
No need for good bye 

Grim reaper old-timer 
Will gather our souls 
A lifetime is over 
Earth takes back the bones 


A battle is held between rivalling tribes 
For honor and fortune have men left their wives 
Lust for destruction has confused their minds 
Changed into monsters they don't want to be 

The struggle is even and no one can tell 
A figure of saying for whom the bell tolls 
No one has come here to let themselves die 
A side of the winners is the ultimate goal 


Fear has no power 
All spirits are high 
If death runs us over 
No need for good bye 

Grim reaper old-timer 
Will gather our souls 
A lifetime is over 
Earth takes back the bones 


Fear has no power 
All spirits are high 
If death runs us over 
No need for good bye 

Grim reaper old-timer 
Will gather our souls 
A lifetime is over 
Earth takes back the bones