Ghille - Northern Warriors Lyrics

While the snow cover the silent night
Dead Warriors saw the bloodshed
In the killing ground, of the frozenland
The sanity burn their heads

All of soldiers, are now blood-thirsty
They knew nothing, everything is war
Shields to the sword, swords to the air
The snow couldn't even cover the dead

Til there's nothing left of him
It collapsed like a virus
Tears are frozen, hands did not feel
His head was heavy on his shoulder

Dying with the songs of sadness
Leaving their loved ones behind

The arrows were raining in the night
Hard to breathe, short life
He didn't feel his feet
The darkness of the night even covered the moon

The Curse of the night fell upon them
Dark was their home now
The honored blood crack the cold soil
Fathers from the frozenland, Northern Warriors