Under The Black Sun - Dawn of the Northland | Текст песни

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• Under The Black Sun
• Dawn of the Northland

Snow covered northland; strong warriors tale; under the hammer; the sign we hail
cold, blue steel through a nice day's breast; to show to the world of which men is beast

Waiting for the morning; for the sun to climb the trees; for the wind & the waves to answer my call; my sword lays beside me

When the winds are calling me; I rise my sword with pride; full of hate & agony; through the storms I ride
cold, blue steel through a nice day's breast; to show to the world of which men is beast

Waiting for the morning; for the sun to climb the trees; for the wind & the waves to answer my call; my sword lays beside me

Fear is not yet known me; fight me & you'll se; the vikingblood is strong in me; the conqueror I'll be

Waiting for the morning; for the sun to climb the trees; for the wind & the waves to answer my call; my sword lays beside me
cold, blue steel through a nice day's breast; an avalanche of heathens set sail; to show to the world of which men is beast; to conquer where others would fail

Waiting for the morning; for the sun to climb the trees; for the wind & the waves to answer my call; my sword lays beside me
cold, blue steel through a nice day's breast; an avalanche of heathens set sail; to show to the world of which men is beast; to conquer where others would fail.

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