Текст песни PeaceDeath - Проклятые души

Black Forest ringing crystal white snow cold distance
... Cold distance
The beach wave splash in ice, the full moon is calling immortality
... Immortality calls

For distant northern lands were inhabited by tribes of immortal warriors Nobody can beat them, no one can get there And who manage to get there, to fight with them, and only a lucky victory becomes immortal

The cries of war, ashes and dust
A voice inside, terror and fear.
Horror and fear ...

Many brave warriors left in the snow, in the cold graves beneath indifferent skies in the glassy eyes froze unfulfilled dream of immortality, but do not stop on the banks appear brave, join the army of the dead and nevertheless obtain immortality in exchange for their souls
... On their damned souls

Blood on the snow, broken Drakkar,
Death is reflected in the sky fire