The March Of The Broken Souls

My body covered with blood
Walks dragging a broken sword.
The cold burns my wounds,
the darkness surrounds to me...

Spirits of the forest,
Old dead soldiers
Show me the way
In these hours of desperation.

Again the fire begins to burn.
The howls freeze the air.
soldiers born again
Of ashes, ice and blood.

listen to the scream of the broken souls
in the darkest night, they will rise

Of shades I dye my armor,
I raise my fire sword,
the crows will be my guardians
and my spirit will fly free.

Once again the darkness
Are by my side
and it gives me forces
to fight until the end.

This is the march of the broken souls!
This is my land and this is my blood!
This is my hate and this is my sword!

I will never back down,
I will never surrender.