| Song | Blood Of Christians On My Sword |
| Artist | Graveland |
| Album | Thousand Swords |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Graveland | |
| 作词 : Graveland | |
| The frost tries to reach us, | |
| with its cruel cold hands | |
| the cold witheness hurts our eyes | |
| and we still march with wind in the face. | |
| We follow the trace of blood in the snow | |
| Yesterday we burnt two villages | |
| We killed women and children | |
| Heads out of the bodies of priests | |
| We impaled on our wooden socle(?)... | |
| The blood of hideous monk | |
| is still getting blacker on my axe | |
| Their temple burnt. | |
| And we fed a fire with their corpses | |
| My brothers are marching silently | |
| The great frost turns the hearts to ice | |
| The warm blood will bring the life back | |
| to their bodies... | |
| Another christian village is near... | |
| those who escaped showed us the way... | |
| by the blood from their wounds... | |
| we must deal them a deathblow | |
| before wolves get them | |
| On the horizon behind us | |
| The black smoke appears on the sky | |
| On the hills, full of trees | |
| Wolves observe us | |
| They'll leave the hills and follow us | |
| as soon as the day is over... |
| zuo qu : Graveland | |
| zuo ci : Graveland | |
| The frost tries to reach us, | |
| with its cruel cold hands | |
| the cold witheness hurts our eyes | |
| and we still march with wind in the face. | |
| We follow the trace of blood in the snow | |
| Yesterday we burnt two villages | |
| We killed women and children | |
| Heads out of the bodies of priests | |
| We impaled on our wooden socle?... | |
| The blood of hideous monk | |
| is still getting blacker on my axe | |
| Their temple burnt. | |
| And we fed a fire with their corpses | |
| My brothers are marching silently | |
| The great frost turns the hearts to ice | |
| The warm blood will bring the life back | |
| to their bodies... | |
| Another christian village is near... | |
| those who escaped showed us the way... | |
| by the blood from their wounds... | |
| we must deal them a deathblow | |
| before wolves get them | |
| On the horizon behind us | |
| The black smoke appears on the sky | |
| On the hills, full of trees | |
| Wolves observe us | |
| They' ll leave the hills and follow us | |
| as soon as the day is over... |
| zuò qǔ : Graveland | |
| zuò cí : Graveland | |
| The frost tries to reach us, | |
| with its cruel cold hands | |
| the cold witheness hurts our eyes | |
| and we still march with wind in the face. | |
| We follow the trace of blood in the snow | |
| Yesterday we burnt two villages | |
| We killed women and children | |
| Heads out of the bodies of priests | |
| We impaled on our wooden socle?... | |
| The blood of hideous monk | |
| is still getting blacker on my axe | |
| Their temple burnt. | |
| And we fed a fire with their corpses | |
| My brothers are marching silently | |
| The great frost turns the hearts to ice | |
| The warm blood will bring the life back | |
| to their bodies... | |
| Another christian village is near... | |
| those who escaped showed us the way... | |
| by the blood from their wounds... | |
| we must deal them a deathblow | |
| before wolves get them | |
| On the horizon behind us | |
| The black smoke appears on the sky | |
| On the hills, full of trees | |
| Wolves observe us | |
| They' ll leave the hills and follow us | |
| as soon as the day is over... |