Gray clouds Cover the winter sky Cold snow Falls like autumn leaves to the ground The icy wind Pierces the skin of waiting warriors Like spears will pierce their skins in battle Frosted Beards on pale gray faces Eyes of death Are burning with rage Glancing across The fields of death In the early Morning light (spoken) Gray clouds Cover the winter sky Cold snow Falls like autumn leaves to the ground The icy wind Pierces the skin of waiting warriors Like spears will pierce their bodies in battle Warcries break the silent wait Charging warriors rush to kill Swords are swung in the air The wargods are called Vikings with fire in soul Clash in the open field Slaying with powerful strokes The snow is turning red Hooves gallop the plains Warlords on horsebacks Ride into battle With a thunderous roar The stormwind of death Blows across the field Sweeping with it Everyone in its way So the battle settles Alone stands just one man Under the grayclouded winter sky Alone
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