Текст песни The Voices Of The Dead

Iron legions march Hunting down the enemy See them curs on the run Spare no one but one One to tell the tale Of our fearsome array One to spread the word That blood and honor are reborn! Blood and honor call In the voice of the dead Roll back the stone And claim thy father's sword! I will stand by your side Though long-lost be the fight We will hold the line Like three hundred Spartans brave Those who bleed with me Shall my true brothers be And should we fall this day In Valhalla we'll meet again! Blood and honor call In the voice of the dead Roll back the stone And claim thy father's sword!