Thou shall hear me coming
Breaking all doors in way
Thou shall feel my anger
Falling upon your head
My winter is over
My wounds stopped bleeding
Though they might never heal
My cold sleep is over
Eyes stare wide open
Frost in my heart remains
Here I am coming back
I am what you have prayed for
Do not try to run away
In this mystical hour
I am your death, thou shall not run away
Thou shall not escape your fate
Thou shall not hide from ghosts of the dead
I am the one at their head
Our winter is over
Our wounds stopped bleeding
Though they might never heal
Our cold sleep is over
Eyes stare wide open
Frost in our hearts remains
We are coming back
From the dark side of nowhere
Nobody can make
Us stray from our aim
We are coming back
We are what you have prayed for
Do not try to run away
In this mystical hour
The ancient warriors and guardians, the pride and glory of days long gone are rising from their graves. The spirit of the nation's gorgeous past is spreading over villages and towns, giving people the power to do what they must...