Skull Soldiers

Rush of adrenaline awakes
The senses, relentless
Hellfires, the gale of flames
Storms through our trenches
Line by line, defenses break.

Darken the sun
Fill the air with ashes
Dying embers
Flashes from the ground
To the core of the north
Ice eternal, we are bound.

Let the fires to consume
Dеvour me
Let the pyrеs to consume
Within me, the northern ice
Won't melt even in hell
Even in hell.

Нехай вогонь поглине
Зiжре мене
Нехай вогонь поглине
Пiвнiчний лiд
Не тане в пекельному вогнi.

Cut them down
Skull soldiers assail
Steady is the hand that holds the blade
Cut them down
The death brigade
Steady is the hand that holds the blade.

I am the reaper
I'm the scythe
The flood of annihilation
I am the bearer of the might
What's already dead cannot die.

Cut them down
Skull soldiers assail
Steady is the hand that holds the blade
Cut them down
The death brigade
Steady is the hand that holds the blade.