We choose to inherit their honour
Raising our weapons high
And doing poetical justice
We follow the flame of their tradition,
Keeping the spirit alive
To live long enough to see our enemy's dying
An army of hungry savages we are,
Fighting with passion in pursuit of rising
Never going backwards but constantly marching
Furiously in flames when battle is calling
Impaling their bodies, and crashing their bones
We shall demonstrate the freedom we're born with
The enemy is in line, Skiltron now!
Hold on your pikes, as you take care of your lives,
Rage will lead us, Skiltron now!
- The Beheading
- I'm What You've Done
- Praying Is Nothing
- Calling Out
- The Vision Of Blind Harry
- Hate Dance
- Signs, Symbols And The Ma..
- Let The Spirit Be
- Fast And Wild