Sentenced Awaiting The Winter Frost
A gathering in the cold, in the North, in the dark lands of Pohjola Where the sun had not been crossing the sky nor seen for centuries... We were brought together by oaths we had once sworn - by blood... ...once together drawn... We had gathered all our forces Called together all the heroes Equipped a hundred swordmen And a thousand men with crossbows Strengthened by hate and the thirst for the enemies' blood We lay in wait for the season of no light We had seen the frozen mist - we weren't afraid to die And the oath we had sworn gave us reason to live on A Calm before the Storm (We were) Awaiting the Winter Frost ...And then a storm arose in fury The sky was shattered by lightning... Awaiting the Winter Frost As the sky blackened and the stars turned red The frost greeted us with a cold northern breeze Off with their heads! Off with their f..ckin' heads!!! Oh, the time had come... To slaughter the hordes of cowardice And cleanse the North from lies We had gathered all our forces Called together all the heroes Equipped a hundred swordmen And a thousand men with crossbows We raised our swords Grasped the irons Lifted our bows And chose the arrows The false ones' hordes were put to the sword The strong and the weak, one by one... Their race was slaughtered to the very last man Our bloodfeind was done as their bodies reddened the land Awaiting the Winter Frost The sign of the dark and the cold the spell of pure hate Awaiting the Winter Frost And the heathen peace was found
