The Revenge Of The Blood On Ice Lyrics - Blood On Ice - Bathory

Fifteen years have passed 

Every day the woods have cried 

The words of vengeance and revenge 

The gods have watched him day and night 

By the northern stars bright light 

Growing stronger, coming nearer 

Upon a steed as white as snow 

He is riding through this land 

Of no return 

His hair blowing in the wind 

A sword in his hand 

And his eyes they burn 

Guide me, my ravens 

Find my the way through the woods and snow 

Let your eyes be mine seeking for the valley of death 

Come this far, I am willing to face the twin-headed beast's breath 

Let your wings be my heart 

In the air, black as night 

I have steel at side 

Powers of thunder the god's with me ride 

I trust in my ravens watching from above 

Black as night, swift as lightning 

And graceful as the doves 

I trust in my stallion, born by the wind 

Taking me through the valley 

Where this world ends and the shadows begin 

I trust in my sword forged in fire and ice 

It's sharp blade shall be baptized in blood 

As I take the beast's life 

Cry, old crow, cry 

Come out of the darkness you beast of hell, face me 

Out on this field of moonlit snow 

I will not be deterred by your ugliness 

Before my sword your two heads will roll 

I will not let my sword rest until it's steel 

Has song for your ugly twin heads 

I'll wipe the sweat off my face with your bloody scalps 

And watch your four eyes telling me that you're dead 

Gathering speed, charging forward 

Collision is close now 

The swords are drawn, held high 

They flash in the pale blue moonlight 

Aiming at throats bare 

The moment is so near 

The time seems to halt for a while 

Even the stars in the sky hold their breath 

This is the moment of glory or death 

The moment to maim or to be put to rest 

So close now I almost can hear the black blood 

In the beast's thick veins pumping 

I am swinging my sword 

May the god's be with me 

I ride out through the vast portals of hell 

I swing my sword in the air 

And the dead beast's two bloody scalps 

Attached to a spear 

Now is come the moment for me to set free 

Those, a long time ago, brought far north 

By the twin-headed beast 

On that daybreak when the old crow did cry 

That hard winter when I, still a child 

By my father was told of a hall way 

Above the clouds 

Gates open wide for the one 

Who dies with sword in hand