Spectral - The Sound of a 1000 Swords lyrics

Hordes of warriors march among the path of war To k** their enemies In the name of the oldest God In the name of pagan honour In this cold and dark night The fog hides the Brightness of the moon And the winds carry silence Through the ancient forest A spectral grudge rings Through the night The blaze of torches Shines on the wide horizon The flag of war blows Over the army The last desire of the soldiers Is to k** the enemy Through their wrath and Through their hate The soldiers grew in strength and might Finally the battle has begun The first sacrifice falls to the ground The pagan steel cut flesh Screams of dying warriors Disappear in the noise of battle The clashing of a 1000 swords Corpses lying on the battlefield Blood coagulates on flesh The eyes of the dead see nothing And the hordes of warriors Stand on the battlefield As the thirst for honour, might and victory is Quenched