Bathory Under The Runes
In great numbers we advance before dawn By the great hail this great fight is born Among the clouds now our black wings fills the air No more frontlines the holy battle is everywhere Though death may await me on the battlefield I die to go on but by the great hail I will go, I am marching under the runes Countless victories we fight side by side Deep down in the oceans on land and way up in the sky Comed this far now there is no way back or return If we do withdraw the horizon will seem to burn Though death now is closing in on me I die to go on but by the great hail I will go, I am fighting under the runes Standing here now amidst the hell we have made All signs of a wonder or to survive now seems to fade But I am a fighter and I still have my pride They are gonna have to kill, by my own hand I refuse to die Though now death is all that awaits me I die to go on but by the great hail I will go I am dying under the runes
