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Ascending out from the fields Many flames will burn again tonight The helmets shining in glamour And the shields so clean and bright Sounds of iron Breath of horses Battle signs Shining armours Gloves of leather Warrior's minds Cold eyes, the sharp look of steel Pointing straight to the morning's fog The day will soon be reborn With the first bite from the raging dogs Sounds of pain Song of death They reclaim Metal's kiss Fire's lick Is their aim All men stand still Waiting for the battle call SongtexteStill they know not How many heads will fall (repeat) Sunrise, the call to the axe To the hammer, to the sword, They draw A thought to the gods that they pray to ?Let your strength guide me in this war Fill this valley with blood From the weak To the strong The reward that they seek? This day will be well remembered In their hymns the poets will sing To Odin they offer their souls The immortals won't kiss Hela's ring ?From this moment In thy hands we are given Holy field, in thy bosom We shall rise!? All men stand still Waiting for the battle call Still they know not How many heads will fall (repeat) BEATS THE DRUM SOUNDS THE TRUMPET TO THE BATTLE! Aus Songtexte Mania