Ascending out from the fields
Many flames will burn again tonight
The helmets shining in glamour
And the shields so clean and bright
Sounds of iron
Breath of horses
Battle signs
Shining armours
Gloves of leather
Warrior's minds
Cold eyes, the sharp look of steel
Pointing straight to the morning's fog
The day will soon be reborn
With the first bite from the raging dogs
Sounds of pain
Song of death
They reclaim
Metal's kiss
Fire's lick
Is their aim
All men stand still
Waiting for the battle call
Still they know not
How many heads will fall
(repeat)
Sunrise, the call to the axe
To the hammer, to the sword,
They draw
A thought to the gods that they pray to
Let your strength guide me in this war
Fill this valley with blood
From the weak
To the strong
The reward that they seek
This day will be well remembered
In their hymns the poets will sing
To Odin they offer their souls
The immortals won't kiss Hela's ring
From this moment
In thy hands we are given
Holy field, in thy bosom
We shall rise!
All men stand still
Waiting for the battle call
Still they know not
How many heads will fall
(repeat)
BEATS THE DRUM
SOUNDS THE TRUMPET
TO THE BATTLE!
Alkateya - The Call And The Crash Lyrics
Alkateya - The Call And The Crash Lyrics
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Ascending out from the fields
Many flames will burn again tonight
The helmets shining in glamour
And the shields so clean and bright
Sounds of iron
Breath of horses
Battle signs
Shining armours
Gloves of leather
Warrior's minds
Cold eyes, the sharp look of steel
Pointing straight to the morning's fog
The day will soon be reborn
With the first bite from the raging dogs
Sounds of pain
Song of death
They reclaim
Metal's kiss
Fire's lick
Is their aim
All men stand still
Waiting for the battle call
Still they know not
How many heads will fall
(repeat)
Sunrise, the call to the axe
To the hammer, to the sword,
They draw
A thought to the gods that they pray to
Let your strength guide me in this war
Fill this valley with blood
From the weak
To the strong
The reward that they seek
This day will be well remembered
In their hymns the poets will sing
To Odin they offer their souls
The immortals won't kiss Hela's ring
From this moment
In thy hands we are given
Holy field, in thy bosom
We shall rise!
All men stand still
Waiting for the battle call
Still they know not
How many heads will fall
(repeat)
BEATS THE DRUM
SOUNDS THE TRUMPET
TO THE BATTLE!
Many flames will burn again tonight
The helmets shining in glamour
And the shields so clean and bright
Sounds of iron
Breath of horses
Battle signs
Shining armours
Gloves of leather
Warrior's minds
Cold eyes, the sharp look of steel
Pointing straight to the morning's fog
The day will soon be reborn
With the first bite from the raging dogs
Sounds of pain
Song of death
They reclaim
Metal's kiss
Fire's lick
Is their aim
All men stand still
Waiting for the battle call
Still they know not
How many heads will fall
(repeat)
Sunrise, the call to the axe
To the hammer, to the sword,
They draw
A thought to the gods that they pray to
Let your strength guide me in this war
Fill this valley with blood
From the weak
To the strong
The reward that they seek
This day will be well remembered
In their hymns the poets will sing
To Odin they offer their souls
The immortals won't kiss Hela's ring
From this moment
In thy hands we are given
Holy field, in thy bosom
We shall rise!
All men stand still
Waiting for the battle call
Still they know not
How many heads will fall
(repeat)
BEATS THE DRUM
SOUNDS THE TRUMPET
TO THE BATTLE!