Cold is the steel I have by my side

It soon will by red stained with blood

Along the way among the moor

I can smell those who will die

The earth is shaking nothing of human

Hate is growing inside of me

I hear the screams behind the fog

I fling the steel with no mercy



Bran Mac Morn

Bran





We'll destroy helmets and armours

Finding the way bene ath the ground

Unnamed forces of a nature

So many years hided from sun

Reminiscence of golde era

Raise the hate for human race

We are gonna scatter the cold bodies

Among the mist of winter day

Years and years below the ground

Witing the time to awake

God forsaken is our pact

Only glory honour and steel



Lead us through walley and woods

Bran the foolish king of pittish

Who negotiates his sacred soul

For the pride of caledon

Through the Roman luxury culturs

And the people who are feastering

Togheder will destroy the false

Thatis lurxing on the earth

Blood and steel honor and glory

Can you hear our battle screams

We are fling our hate

We're the worms of the earth



Running through the people dy ing all around me

I can feel the steel flowing through my veins

Flash of blades and gliam of blood around are blind my

Attacking , kill and screaming all my heite ..........to the wind



No , mercy I'll have not

Not until your head will be buried underground

And I will scream Titos Silla is dead

And this was his heart

From now on I'll rule Caledon