Skull Soldiers - Wolfheart

Rush of adrenaline awakes

The senses, relentless

Hellfires, the gale of flames

Storms through our trenches

Line by line, defenses break

Darken the sun

Fill the air with ashes

Dying embers

Flashes from the ground

To the core of the north

Ice eternal, we are bound

Let the fires to consume

Dvour me

Let the pyrs to consume

Within me, the northern ice

Won’t melt even in hell

Even in hell

Cut them down

Skull soldiers assail

Steady is the hand that holds the blade

Cut them down

The death brigade

Steady is the hand that holds the blade

I am the reaper

I’m the scythe

The flood of annihilation

I am the bearer of the might

What’s already dead cannot die

Cut them down

Skull soldiers assail

Steady is the hand that holds the blade

Cut them down

The death brigade

Steady is the hand that holds the blade