Bathory. Blood On Ice. Zeneszám

The old crow's cry the first warning
The rumbling frozen ground the last
Hooves thundering on the three feet snow
The icy dawn yet to begin

Bursting through the icy morning
Four times five black shadows a horse
Steel glimmering in the awakening sun's light
And blood colors the white snow red

Cries echo through the dark deep woods
Open wounds steam in the cold morning air
And the new day was greeted with a burden
Both raped and dead

Long scalps hung by the old twin headed beast's standard black
Women and children brought far north into the land of no turning back
The burning village spread by the wind across the tundra
Cry old crow cry

Long tall beautiful people fallen lifeless to the ground
Headless scattered still graceful bodies
Blood colored the white snow all around
Through the dark deep woods to the mountains towering to the sky
The wind carries the quest for revenge and the tale of blood on ice