Paroles de In The Clash Of Arms

A king, courageous and proud. Across the wild seas he sailed Through hard storms and black clouds With men who could not fail. Victory was in their tail. Masters of the handling of steel With a quenchless thirst for glory. He ran into the hordes of foes With his twohundred combatants only. Better warriors than he had Can be very hard to find. Even in the worst situations They did not leave their king behind. In the clash of arms The blades shone brightly. In the clash of metal He earned his glory. Loudly rang the ore's cold hearted songs. Many men was brought up high Though it's he who for valhall longs Yet, it's not his time to die.