greater than the worst stormy weather I grasp the sword in my hand, this is for my brothers, this is for my land With blood on my face to battle I ride
A peaceful grove, in treetops above the whisper of the wind It echoes over fields, over endless wilderness You close your eyes and there you are among
[acoustic]
In the darkest shadows, under the black rocks And ancient moss Where steam arises from the cracks in the crust of ground The spiteful dwell Fast, fast
of my sword With full power we smashed into their lines The ground shook, swords tasted flesh Hooves trampling over men screaming for their lives The battle
As you sit in your quiet home, surrounded by peace, comfort and civilization... do you, listener, remember those memories... grand and tearful, which
Nyt tayttyy mahlainen malja Tuoppeihin virtaa sahti ja kalja Uusi polvi kun paatansa nostaa Vanha tapa ei kuole koskaan Murtumaan ei kristityn miekkakaan
Turisas was forged by four winds In a smithy high up in the skies On an anvil honour, with a hammer of blood The Four Winds pounded Battle Metal! As the battle
Cold autumn rain, fields new-plowed A sludgy bane, far from home The time has come, our troops march on A silent hum, a cheerful song Den snoiga nord
Far away, where the sunshine never fades There lies this land, the greatest of tales A strong golden gate now slowly moves aside In walks a man, exhausted
I saddle my horse as fast as I can "The message is urgent, find the man!" The camp soon vanishes out of my sight As I rush my black steed into the night
Traduzione: Turisas. Battle Metal.
: I saddle my horse as fast as I can "The message is urgent, find the man!" The camp soon vanishes out of my sight As I rush my black steed into the
: In the darkest shadows, under the black rocks And ancient moss Where steam arises from the cracks in the crust of ground The spiteful dwell Fast,
: Far away, where the sunshine never fades There lies this land, the greatest of tales A strong golden gate now slowly moves aside In walks a man, exhausted
: As you sit in your quiet home, surrounded by peace, comfort and civilization... do you, listener, remember those memories... grand and tearful, which
