Paroles de The Final Battle

The battle roars, the swords we rise our unique souls are full of pride There on a hill, assembling hordes of grim my brave men shudder watching the Phantasmagoria! Side by side we defend our souls, but the living death was much too strong to fight against Take me away, to the stars let my soul fly away to the ancient god Let´s hold our head up high to the sky we´ll enter now the empire of the ancient god called Crom!! The day has past, 2000 men have died but the butchering will carry on Just a few are left, we´re standing back to back circled by the creatures of the night Now thunder roars, and heaven opens wide the master of grim arises tall A mighty hammer - left an awefull skullsword - right Oh Crom, we´ll see as soon as I ever have supposed! Side by side we defend our souls, but the living death was much too strong to fight against Take me away, to the stars let my soul fly away to the ancient god Let´s hold our head up high to the sky we´ll enter now the empire of the ancient god called Crom!!