The Chant Of The Barbarian Wolves

Banners fly as we march through the plainsOn the path towards the unholy warThe wind from the horizon carries the stenchOf our enemies who await us in fearIn the last rays of the setting sunA thought passes of a new dawn, a new ageStill, by blood and by sacrificeIt shall, of our master's grace, be oursStrife, anger, blood and fireA sacrifice is madeTo rot with the corpses or surviveTo hear The Chant Of The Barbarian WolvesLitanies have been spoken, time is at handWhen the claws of iron will drink their chaliceA warblessed wine that consecrates our aimThe seal of blood as a sing of victoryStrike hard,without forgivenessWhen armour and flesh are torn apartOur dawn will break to show no lightFor the jews ravaged whit no remorseStrife, anger, blood and fireA sacrifice is madeTo rot with the corpses or surviveTo hear The Chant Of The Barbarian Wolves