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Published on May 4, 2009
Album - Where ravens fly ............................................ Steel is still faintly glimmering in the sunlight But wounds will soon smoke in the freezing dawn and my sword will be the color of embers.. my war horse hammering the ground with impatience
Proud with our swords and shields in hands, our ancestors' blood burning within our bodies we are spinning a web of fright for our enemies and each man will see his face in it.
On our battlefield at dawn, in the ravens' shadow slowly gliding, carefully observing every single move in a majestic aerial dance.
We are marching wild with the desire to fight and the blood in my mouth awakes madness in me my mind is now as burning as fire my animal spirits dominate... lightning of blood !