Im Auge Des Sturms 歌词

The fog is rising, the see is whipping It does not hurt to leave home Hearts of steel, we're sailing in front On bloody ways, onehundred men! Glorious doings we will fulfill When the horns yell in battle Hail thor, you will guide us When we ride armed into battle! As soon the friary is arrived The fog and his shadows give us way It shreds the air, awful the wrath As thunder rolls from the norsemen' horn! In the christians' eyes were a thorn Soon they'll feel our awful wrath No mourning for the dead, they fell in battle And will arise on wotan's table! As soon the friary is arrived The fog and his shadows give us way It shreds the air, awful the wrath As thunder rolls from the norsemen' horn! The swords' flash, the steel is cold We rape and murder with raw brutality Enmity and hate in eternity We feel for christianity! As soon the friary is arrived The fog and his shadows give us way It shreds the air, awful the wrath As thunder rolls from the norsemen' horn!