In the Northern Carpathians - Graveland

I ride! With the winds I ride! On my warhourse I ride to the battlefield Inspired by flames of hated Of my honor and of my pride! In the distance Far I can see

I am a warrior And I grasp the greatness of my people And trustful I fight strenuously For a day I may have right upon The splendorous heritage of my ancestors

From inside a large plan glade From where seems the sun to rise Echoe tunes of songs of battle Which lull thousand weapons in air And dance axes and swords Rumb

On the river of tears Bodies of killed warriors lie Fallen Valkiries as broken flowers The bravest warriors Seized by the cold hands of deat Wind covers them in

Wotan Your chariots Roll on the sky The roars of the wild beasts Roll over the lands Under the sword of the loyal folk The heads of your enemies Turn lands to r

We fight for the right On what once was ours Because we have the might It's in our blood of white Our fight is not against'em But in favor of us only And nothin

Stand up and fight May the ancient magic give You strength Stand up and fight! May the wolf inside you Follow the voice of blood Follow the northern star To the