Bathory - The Revenge Of The Blood On Ice lyrics

Fifteen years have passed

Every day the woods have cried

The words of vengeance and revenge

The Gods have watched him day and night

By the Northern stars bring light

Growing stronger.Coming nearer

Upon a stees as white as snow

He is riding through this land of no return

His hair blowing in the wind

A sword in his hand.And his eyes they burn

Guide me,my Ravens.Find the way

Through the woods and snow

Let your eyes be mine seeking

For the valley of death

Come this far I am willing

To face the twin-headed beast`s breath

Let your wings be my heart

In the air,black as the night

I have steel at side.Powers of thunder

The Gods with me ride

I trust on my Ravens,watching from above

Black as night swift as lighting

Ang graceful as the doves

I trust on my stallion.Born by the wind

Taking me through the valley

Where this world ends and the shadows begins

I trust on my Sword.Forget in fire and ice

Its sharp blade shall be baptised in blood

As I take the Beast`s life

Cry,old crow,cry...

Come out of darkness,you best of Hel,face me

Out on this field of moonlit snow

I will not be deterred by your ugliness

Before my sword your two heads will row

I will not let my sword rest until its steel

Has sung for your ugly twin head

I`ll wipe the sweat off my face with your bloody scalp

And watch your four eyes telling me that your dead

Gathering speed.Charging forward

Collision is close now

The sword are drawn,heldhigh

They flash in the pale blue moonlight

Aiming a throats bare.The moment is so near

The time seems to halt for a while

Even the stars in the sky hold their breath

This is a moment of glory or death...

The moment to maim or to be put to rest...

So close now I almost can hear the black blood

In the beast`s thick veins pumping

I am swining my sword.May the Gods be with me

I ride out through the vast portals of Hel

I swing my sword in the air

And the dead beast`s wo bloody scalps attached to a spear

Now is come the moment for me to set free

Those,along time ago,brought far north

By the twin-headed beast

On that daybreak when old crow did cry...

That hard winter when I still a child...

By my Father was told of a hall way above the clouds

Gates open wide for the one who dies

With sword in hand