Bathory A Fine Day To Die
Orgy of silence Conspiracy of peace Only the master Of the cold northern breeze Twinsun sink fading Behind the black lake Asleep is the mountains Yet the night is awake Strange is the night Now black stars rise And many moons circle Through silent the night Along the black mountainside scattered By the campfires awaiting the dawn Two times a hundred men in battles Tried by the steel in the arrow axe and the sword By battle worn hunger torn awaitening For the sun to break through the cold haze And for the banners of Ebal to appear On the hill in the sun's first warm rays The elder among the men looked deep into The fire and spoke loud with pride Tomorrow is a fine day to die Now the morning advance from far east Now the sun breaks through dustclouds and haze a forest of spears appears onthe hill the steel shines bright in the sun's first rays
