In the cold winds of the north
The echo of the ancient ones rumbles
And from a burning flame of fallen hearts
Flows a neverending river of blood
The air smells to struggle blood
The ancient horn of war will roar again
The battle of ancient wargods
Which fear not the fury of hell
A scream of hate makes the war begin
Black horsemen arise again from the mystic northern woodlands
Guided for the great dark emperor
Who'll reign till the end of centuries
"The blood of the ancient kings is spilled everywhere
They cry for mercy, cry for their lives,
The cold steel of a victorious sword
Break the hearts of a whole breed"
Thus after the battle
The funeral legacy of an ancient empire falls
And is buried under the cold northern lands
To let begin a new evil domain
Then those cold lands
Return to their ancient natural owners
Which with loyalty till death
Swear protect her till the return of the mystic gods
Now in the end of times
Demons guard the gates of the empire
They reign, they cover the land
With eternal solitude, flowing from the winds of the north...
Winds Of The North...
Winds Of The North...