Skull Soldiers

Rush of adrenaline awakes The senses, relentless Hellfires, the gale of flames Storms through our trenches Line by line, defenses break Darken the sun Fill the air with ashes Dying embers Flashes from the ground To the core of the north Ice eternal, we are bound Let the fires to consume Dеvour me Let the pyrеs to consume Within me, the northern ice Won't melt even in hell Even in hell Нехай вогонь поглине Зiжре мене Нехай вогонь поглине Пiвнiчний лiд Не тане в пекельному вогнi Cut them down Skull soldiers assail Steady is the hand that holds the blade Cut them down The death brigade Steady is the hand that holds the blade I am the reaper I'm the scythe The flood of annihilation I am the bearer of the might What's already dead cannot die Cut them down Skull soldiers assail Steady is the hand that holds the blade Cut them down The death brigade Steady is the hand that holds the blade