Nokturnal Mortum Night Before The Fight
...the wind blows through my hair the sun hasn't risen above this field yet the eye of the moon stares at my face the fear left me long ago the army is sleeping: I'm the only one standing on the hill staring at the darkness only the night shadows are sliding in the morning fog trying to find lonely nooks so as to die from the sunrise the trees whisper each other the dreams of prophecy and their low voices hardly touch my ears but I won't know all the picture of the coming total war however, the feeling inside me tells me about my victory the spirits are on my side, they are embracing me with their arms cold like ice oh, great ancient ones I'm calling you now it's time for revenge I'm opening gates for you I'm holding thousand swords in my mighty hands I'm looking with eyes of millions into deepest past! I have the keys to all the gates of knowledges I've gathered them all in the name of revenge, which I believe here is your expiation! the sun has shown it's insidious crown and my eyes see the night landscape dying but I'm standing here, I'm child of the moon the angels are weeping it's time to wake the army...
