Letra de 'The Final Battle' de Crom

The battle roars, the swords we rise
our unique souls are full of pride
There on a hill, assembling hordes of grim
my brave men shudder watching the Phantasmagoria!

Side by side we defend our souls,
but the living death was much too strong to fight against

Take me away, to the stars
let my soul fly away to the ancient god
Let´s hold our head up high to the sky
we´ll enter now the empire of the ancient god
called Crom!!

The day has past, 2000 men have died
but the butchering will carry on
Just a few are left, we´re standing back to back
circled by the creatures of the night
Now thunder roars, and heaven opens wide
the master of grim arises tall
A mighty hammer - left
an awefull skullsword - right
Oh Crom, we´ll see as soon as I ever have supposed!

Side by side we defend our souls,
but the living death was much too strong to fight against

Take me away, to the stars
let my soul fly away to the ancient god
Let´s hold our head up high to the sky
we´ll enter now the empire of the ancient god
called Crom!!