Winds Of Death — Nocturnal Rites

Through the winds of death we ride I swing my sword up high You'll taste my steel, I won't abide Cause you know you are gonna die

Clad in leather and chains we slay We fight for king and land We'll burn your homes and bring you dismay With our vast swords in hand

Glory, victory, forever hail

Howl in mighty rage Clad the sky bleak Claw the hide of enemy Hail the winds of death

We spread the ashes of your dead There is nothing left to save We sear the ground where they bled We pledge doom upon your grave

Make them cry and bleed The storm shall howl and now descend Hordes of shade, they call, they heed They call, they heed