Album: Fathers Of The Ice Age

Slaughterday (The Heathen Blood Of Ours)

It was a stormy night of winter, the wind was cold and the moon was full
The warriors of the tyrant's army attacked the village
and slaughtered out mothers, fathers, wives and sons
In the silence of our decimate tribe, we were alive;
The brothers were alive
Our memories were on fire under the seal of Maganst
"Earth, drink our tears of blood"
Mutilated corpses in our head, we ran away
Through the depths of the dark forest we wandered,
and fell in a dream of sorrow
The next morning, awaked by the coldness of the dawn
Some ravens encircled us and
Ath the biggest - came near us
He talked to our soul in a Info very eerie tongue
And we could understand the ancients words of the messenger of Dwarfh
Ancient nation of a dying realm, we hear your song, she's flying in the wind
Oh... you'll never see the child
In the deepest sorrow, your tears are flowing in your wounds
Oh... you'll never see the child
Dead in the realm of Frostthrone, let the blood on the ground
Oh... we are the children.