The Ghost Of Dobor (1408)

Hear, the winds are calling my name
The souls of our warriors roam
Invoking from beyond the grave
Their power is still to arise

Haunting the fields of our lands
In the light of the cold winter moon
The death is in our hands
In eternal war the ultimate victory is near

Battle hymns lacerate blood crimson skies
War screams are lashing the air
Our blades drenched in filth of inferior blood
From sinister empire of doom

The cunning and the wicked will shake
Facing the death by our swords
The emerald shield defending our realm
From fate once sealed in blood

Walls of Dobor stand tall
Serpents are guiding my realm
My soul is free for slave I'll never be
Eternal vengeance is mine

Longing for my final act
in the realm of death I will haunt you to the light
Shadows are hiding my trace
For revenge I will haunt you till your last breath