Sign of Fighters' Storm

Before my time has come to die and depart I´ll breathe for this thundering hate in my heart No day or night not a moment shall I rest For the voice of my blood is the echo of this quest The essence of purity of power and of strength In blood and valour we all must defend To struggle and to die for this soil is the core Of our inner raging fire to continue the war Glaring, shining and flaming higher Fighters eyes embraced by fire By the light of the moon from the sky above Revealed is a sign of fighters´storm In the darkness of the woods an fighters´oath is sworn A gestalt of a wolf a sign of werewolves´return The rite of predators is storming through the halls Our howl of fullmoon to mark our enemys´fall In remembrance of a golden age in history Of mesmerizing splendour a time of supremacy Our marching ranks revived by a bond of loyalty To become a spearhead to prevent this nordic tragedy Glaring, shining and burning brighter Turned at the sky the eyes of fighter The wheel of sun is rising before me On my knees I´ll greet it´s golden blaze of glory