The Creatures of Loviatar

Slave of the saviour Has got the chains broken Has found it's temper From the slit of evil sword. Lonely one is calling me To the company of guide Awakening my instincts On cold winter night. Blood runs as the young heart beats Feeds hunger with stea

Battlefield and the moon is shining bright Warriors fighting for their homes keeping those behind Cold answers too an every spears, answers to an arrows 'Till the morningsun cries it's first of tears And sees only sorrow We thought our resistance Is