Klynt - Question of Steel Lyrics

Can you feel it? It's close at hand
The silence of the beasts
Under black firmament
The way the dew sets on our steel
It is an omen of blood
And soon it shall be spilled

Morning rise on foreign shores
We know for many of us
This will be the last
The scent of battle in the mist
We have conquered this world
And now we take on death

Power rushing through my veins
Sound the horn - let it begin
Onto victory or death by the blade
All out - let the steel decide

We face the foe on open field
They have got the high ground
But we've got what it takes
To stand as few against an army
Death is life
We are home

Only he, who faces death
Truly can cherish life itself
So let the steel judge over me
Kill and be killed
This is my destiny