Voice Of The Gods

Voice Of The Gods - Arthemis

On to the snow in a desolate moor

We're marching through thunders we follow the moon

A new day is rising it only can tell

What will be our fate

The swords now are shining

We're ready to kill

Searching a new way to scrub all my pain

But sword shocks and blood are contrasting my aim

What now I need is a stronger defence

Help me if you can

Now heaven is falling

The snow's turning red

Night riders fight with a sword made of steel

Trying to defend our king

A great scream of victory rise from the voice of the God

Night riders fight with a sword made of steel

Trying to defend our king

A great scream of victory rise from the voice of the God

Sorrow and destruction have found now their way

We've got the right but it's so hard to say

A million of soldiers have died without fear

Feeling deadly shivers

We roam through the mountains

We fight to survive

Silently across the snow plain

We look to the sun's shining high

Searching for a new horizon

We're proud to belong to the king