True Sacred War
(Indisponível)
I ride a snowy land
Strongly holding inthe hand my sword
Which sows death and destruction
Defending the supremacy of my race
Sacred war has begun
Hate and contempt, which overfilled me
Now are revealing
They aim my weapon at my enemies body!
Frost of our winters retain our fighting spirit
Spirit of great race and our forefathers
And we're born for victory
In this true sacred war!
I see blood on the snow -
It's my blood, which was shed
For the sacred struggle
And I know, if I fall and never rise again
Hands of those who follow me
Will take my sword...
And our aim will be achieved
And we'll gain the victory!
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