Voice Of The God

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'll rise from the voice of the Gods 

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