Hin Onde - Paganheart | Текст песни

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Glittering mails to warriors high
Strongest blades to men of steel
Blades upon which we shall rise

[Ref.]
We`re the ones with the paganheart
Proud is our spirit, our will is hard
We`re the ones with the paganheart
to conquer back what once was ours

Blades which will cut your throats
Endowed with unimaginable strength
We will reduce you to silence!

[Ref.]

And so the night became
And the battle begun
One by one we cut down the enemies
We`re less in numbers but our will is strong as steel
Onwards we march
Under the banner of the ancient pagan empire!

[Ref.]

Glittering mails to warriors high
Strongest blades to men of steel
Blades which will cut your throats
We will reduce you to silence!


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