Legends

(Stockmann/Schmitt)

Feel the misty wind blowing in the trees
Like the ancient tales carried through the years
In my spirit rising mystic sounds of fate
Can you hear the sounds of riders in the fields
There are legends telling golden mighty deeds
And the holy pride of facing battles heat

As battles rise the swords glow in the hellfire cooled by blood
a thousand cries of pain and anger suffering in the mud
There's kings that ache for honour sending brave men to there end
Oh misery is covering us and hate comes tumbling in

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Heros hear my warning call; huns are riding fast and far
Burning raping cross the land; warriors at there final stand
 

With hallowed symbols wild men climb the hills around at dawn
Infront of them the holy crosses shining in the sun
By night the fight is over and the hurly-burly's done
Then fate is sealed abd god knows if the battle's lost and won

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Oh god what is the purpose of this fighting and the hate
I was the only one to stay alive and to relate
So listen heros to my songs of treasures blood and sin
Wherever roads are leading us we face our end whithin

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