Letra da Música Cold Grim Times de Will Of The Ancients

Thy chapel burns with such a blaze that ignites time
Thou hast seen a flaming paradise
Stone circles praise the ground in which they do reside
A deadly storm shall brood as we shall finally reclaim our birthright

Through the mist and the woods of the world we'll come baring our sacred flag
Our mighty blades shall rid our land all those who shall betray us
Our claim is to slay all those who stand in oppose of our name
The gods of war are calling us to take up arms

I shalt not fear the coming foes across the plains
With thine sword thou shalt meet thy fate

2000 years of slaughter
My kin slain
Beating hearts of vengence
Bitter eves of winter
Cover your world in frost

We are the chosen ones, our fight has just begun
It stands for all to see, in cold grim times it be
Our claim is to slay all those that stand in our way
The gods of war are calling us to take up arms