Warrior Of The Cresent Moon کے بول

In shimmering circle of silver light In icy wind and spitting fire Through flowing stream and ancient mountains Thou alone dost see me By lightning, thunder, hail and wind I conjure thee By sword of fire that can never fail I conjure thee I fall into the dark ravine The clash of swords fills my spirit Thou who shinest by night on the sea Cast the shadows of the axe over my soul By ravens wings and serpents venom Bestow your gifts upon me By eye of wolf and dragons flame Grant me your strenght I scream The ravens battlecry The powers of old embrace me The axe of the cresent moon Cast a shadow over my soul