Chained with fire that never fades Rocks and stones they carve and mold When the rivers run fierce and cold May this chant haunt your past For this sword
Chained with fire that never fades Rocks and stones they carve and mould when the rivers run fierce and cold May this chant haunt your past for this Sword
Fordítás: Ensiferum. Sword Chant.
Oh, who is raised by the sword can't be beaten Who is toughened by the fire can't be burned Awaited by immortality Are the ones sacrificing their lives
sword Can't be beaten Who is toughened by the fire Can't be burned Our everlasting loyalty will never break The bold people of war Have raised their swords
