Blood Of Christians On My Sword Lyrics - Graveland

The frost tries to reach us, 

with its cruel cold hands 

the cold witheness hurts our eyes 

and we still march with wind in the face. 

We follow the trace of blood in the snow 

Yesterday we burnt two villages 

We killed women and children 

Heads out of the bodies of priests 

We impaled on our wooden socle(?)... 

The blood of hideous monk 

is still getting blacker on my axe 

Their temple burnt. 

And we fed a fire with their corpses 

My brothers are marching silently 

The great frost turns the hearts to ice 

The warm blood will bring the life back 

to their bodies... 

Another christian village is near... 

those who escaped showed us the way... 

by the blood from their wounds... 

we must deal them a deathblow 

before wolves get them 

On the horizon behind us 

The black smoke appears on the sky 

On the hills, full of trees 

Wolves observe us 

They'll leave the hills and follow us 

as soon as the day is over...