The snow is falling on the land
The torches are burning in our hands
The night has come the fear is gone
Time to avenge all our sons
[Chorus]
Blood calls for blood - there's no escape
The elders are calling now from the grave
HateÂ…SwordÂ…Faith
Holy rageÂ….holy rage
Your blackened blood will paint the draw
Of your nation's death and heroes' fall
Condemned to face our raging storm
An axe and chain our only law
Holy rage will reach you all
Killing your men raping your whores
In fear and faith you'll kneel and pray
With blood and death we'll knock your door
Holy rageÂ….holy rage
Holy rageÂ….holy rage