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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 armour,

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.