War Sower

Buried beneath forsaken graves in sooth
In the silence of darkness in the soil of hoarfrost
I am still waiting and dreaming
Dreaming about forgotten battles
Night, through forest of frost and snow
Burning sun in the embrace of night's ascenscion, where souls were raised
Lust and fury, the soul I wanted to see

I am the war's red dew on the sword
I am the army that covers
I am the arm of warriors and gods
I am the heart of battle

Awaiting my time, time of return
The battlefield in dozens everywhere
When the horns call for war
I will be always near
Gods' time come to feed until disturbed
Nine thousand fifty four I kill in entrance fights
I hear slight crawling
Nations are calling
Through the flame in the heart again
I rise, my rise

I am the war's red dew on the sword
I am the army that covers
I am the arm of warriors and gods
I am the heart of battle

There is war inside of men
Weary from the fight between the blood of giants
The spirit of the gods
To deny the cycle, deny the men
Those who deny men
Shall not be called by the steel

I am the war's red dew on the sword
I am the army that covers
I am the arm of warriors and gods
I am the heart of battle

I am the arm of warriors and gods
I am the heart of battle...