Cold is the steel I have by my side It soon will by red stained with blood Along the way among the moor I can smell those who will die The earth is shaking nothing of human Hate is growing inside of me I hear the screams behind the fog I fling the steel with no mercy Bran Mac Morn Bran We'll destroy helmets and armours Finding the way bene ath the ground Unnamed forces of a nature So many years hided from sun Reminiscence of golde era Raise the hate for human race We are gonna scatter the cold bodies Among the mist of winter day Years and years below the ground Witing the time to awake God forsaken is our pact Only glory honour and steel Lead us through walley and woods Bran the foolish king of pittish Who negotiates his sacred soul For the pride of caledon Through the Roman luxury culturs And the people who are feastering Togheder will destroy the false Thatis lurxing on the earth Blood and steel honor and glory Can you hear our battle screams We are fling our hate We're the worms of the earth Running through the people dy ing all around me I can feel the steel flowing through my veins Flash of blades and gliam of blood around are blind my Attacking , k** and screaming all my heite ..........to the wind No , mercy I'll have not Not until your head will be buried underground And I will scream Titos Silla is dead And this was his heart From now on I'll rule Caledon