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There's no time to sit and think about

It's not the time to do the right

The past is shouting me: Revenge

And show me how to breath by wounds

They take what is not theirs

brandishing their blood  red sword against the weak

They make the blind to kneel before their flags

where are your gods?

In our hands is the blood of the poisoned hearts

They will pay for this hurm with their lives

In our hearts is the hope of the frozen desire

They will fall by the blade of the silver fire

There's no time to wait another night

It's time to burn all the white flags

Now we will show you what we are

I will burn my soul on field

They take what's mine

They tread on me

But now our swords have burning souls

They make the child to work for them

The crows give us the sign

In our hands is the blood of the poisoned hearts

They will pay for this hurm with their lives

In our hearts is the hope of the frozen desire

They will fall by the blade of the silver fire

In our hands is the blood of the poisoned hearts

They will pay for this hurm with their lives

In our hearts is the hope of the frozen desire

They will fall by the blade of the silver fire x2

In your corpse is wound of the sword and the hate

that you caused in the name of your god

In my eyes is your face full of blood, full of fear

But the fire in my soul now embrace my sword.