North - Just another battle

Where the cold wind brings the song of fate And the evil powers wake up every night to rule I stand on the hill Mountains are trembling Grey skies, moon is taking my hand Proud warriors below Cold steel of swords, awating I rise my horn, the sign to fight is given In the glory of Night we run The clang of swords caresses the hungry soul I feel the blood The goblet of death is filling in I rise my horn, the sign of victory is given The madness sorrounded by gloom of tiredness vanish Closed eyes, the Golden Gate is open The same wind, memories, mountains Two kingdoms become the one