Return From Grace

Zavorash!

Wastelands of cold, the deathlike beauty

Memories stained by the tainted blood

An urge to there on the hillside gather

A warmass on our ancestral grounds

Then forge revenge on those who made the tale come true

Cremate them on their own fires

Judge them to fall from this earth

Under the weight of our steel

Let the altar crumble by the winternight

And the icon burn by our hate

Let the gate be crushed and vengeance dance

Like the blood that shall cover the earth

They came with words of light

Our reply sung out by axe

Singing their pestful songs

While life spills out before them

Ancestral souls among us gather

Those who watched the lake before the cross

Through mountains and pinewoods tales behold

Of the sin that sank the north

Bringing us strength to kill

And laugh while the sword cuts deep

Their tears will never quench

The firefull hate beyond their grace

For when sorrow forces its dreadful stake

Through the heart of the spoiled soul

The dead will never find their peace

And souls again turn black

Their lies fall from time

In a plague with countless fallen

Even if they fear us with their lives

They sealed their own death

We rally our banner in the wind

Legioneers to bring time to an end

May it be that we are the sin

But our call we shall follow

The darkened blade through the heart of light

We the faithless tyrants

Covenants of an eternal war

Kings to be crowned by bloodfilled rage