Songtext von The Bolt Thrower

He was born of the northern wind With a spirit of steel, destined to win A master of war A master of war that feels no pain That feels no pain Forged in the fires of muspelheim His will stood the test of time A master of war that feels no pain His loyals calling out his name The bolt thrower The bolt thrower A master of war A master of war that feels no pain That feels no pain Long was our wait this night As he called out white Christ to fight Their time is up, no more hiding in shame His loyals calling out his name The bolt thrower The bolt thrower He was born of the northern wind With a spirit of steel, destined to win A master of war that feels no pain His loyals calling out his name The bolt thrower The bolt thrower