Cirith Gorgor - Fields of Eternal Glory текст песни

Through clouds of fog and ice
We are gathered under a dark starry sky
Our pagan fires are burning in the night
Flames rise high up to the sky; unholy omen of hell
Riding with the winds, we have come
With the strength of one thousand swords
The old man mutters words of hatred and grief
His face scarred by traitors
Eyes gazing into nothingness
Shadow of a once mighty warrior
Anxiously clenching the hilt of a rusty sword
Now the time of repent is close at hand
The ground with start to open
And hellfire, bright and perilous
Seething messenger of death and pain
Will fulfil it’s destiny destructively
For the day is not far when we will
Kill their sons and rape their daughters
We will burn and plunder their villages
Culminating in the destruction of their cursed churches
Symbols of oppression and humiliation
The glowing ashes of which they will behold
Before we finally cut their throats
Smoke will rise from the ground
The triumphant roar of our hoard
Condemned and mocked for so many years
Will fill the air with a victorious rage
Ride along my faithful comrades
And feast upon their rotting corpses
And curse their poisonous blood for eternity
For our race has sworn an oath to earth and elements
The sermons of liars we despise
The prayers of weaklings we hate
Their bodies will rot on the soil
They so eagerly tried to flee
Eyes picked by the ravens, their souls
Will wander the battlefield evermore
The fields of retaliation where the Christian race
Will meet it’s final doom
No mercy for the weak, by Wolves' teeth
The Sheep will be slain