Wartunes

Cold and lifeless lay the plains of lore Until finally silently a spirit evoke And timeless clansmen rose By the sound of the old Celtic tunes of war Rise... And feel the deadly breeze The scent of burning flesh For my blade thirsts for Another war Curse of the might to take Oh it`s a human bane To fan the fires To cause an higher aim Here we stand Brothers in war From the four Winds of the land High on the hills We stay proud and brave For Freedom is a right And serfdom a grave Death to our foes... War!!! Legions of greed Of fire and light A thousand pikes Fight as one man Stormlike enraged They fight `till they die The one to enthrall The other to survive --- Wartunes - Suidakra