Graveland - 2005 - Fire Chariot of Destruction

White Beasts of Hate, warwolves and ghouls of annihilation.... expect red
moon... red blood will flow down in the streams of rain... the clouds of
smoke will rise...mists and wind cover the sky with the cold shield of
fear... marking the limits of madness and frenzy.... the fire aroused by
ancient magic and strength of hearts and desires will burst into flame...
The paths red with spilled blood of the enemy... lamentation of dying
and the defeated... Gods of War visit the Earth...the cry of women and
children please their hearts...

Raise your sword! May its blaze lighten the way for the chariots of
the Gods of War and the Tyrants of Cruelty! They come in glory of
the four wings of the Sun!

The power comes into being in pain, the strength toughens up in the
eternal fight, Creator and Destroyer are the One. The slaves pay
homage to him on the knees and with the eyes full of fear…former
enemies defeated in the battles. White Warriors, sons of Sun pay homage
to Him with the eyes full of pride and trust... the blood of Gods runs
within their veins... they raise their swords towards the sky... fueling fire
and passion that give meaning to your life.

The enemy of the free world, a midget... slave of greed and master of
lie. Under the form of the nasty copy of a wolf, he will swallow the
red face of the Moon. And his glazed dead eyes shine with redness... the
cry of terror resound. Grey dead snow will cover the ground, white and
gray possess our world and cold and ice assume new kingdom of sadness
and misery...

Steel stick into the ground, broken arrows and spears... the ravages of
war and death spread the wings. Only shadows are not afraid of
omnipresent death and the fields covered the bodies of defeated warriors....
With pride on the faces and courage in the eyes, in a dense row the
warriors of sun stand at the side of their forefathers... the ancestors
give them strength and wisdom... the ancestors lead them through the
shadows and cold... towards the perfection. The banners of chaos stream
above their heads, shadows fill weak creatures with fear and terror...
silence hung over a moment before a battle... the ghosts arrived to
savour the fight...

No beginning, no end...when new life is born, death comes to take it away...
when the lightness of the day covers the Earth, the darkness of the
night appears on the horizon. Summer blossoms and radiates with life...
the winter prepares its coming and inevitable triumph. War replaces peace...
in the shadow of Fenriz covering Sun, the armies of darkness... allied and
united in the triangle of death approach...

The chariots ascend the skies... Gods of War rise up on fiery steeds... they
wield ancient weapon in their hands...the warriors of the Sun covered
with the power of the ancient magic... they burn with the fire of fight
and revenge. They strike first... nothing and no one can stop this hatred...
there is no magic and no power that can stop them now...black filthy
scum of Fenriz will be trampled into the ground... the scum from the
South with the moon devoured by Fenriz on their banners...The fire of
the North and the pride of Wotan warriors will crush them
The triangle of death, betrayal and falsehood will be broken forever...
in the abyss of darkness, between dead frozen cold and fiery flames
of war, between hatred and frantic death....

The world will sink into the abyss and disappear in the darkness... the
world will immerse in the ocean of boiling blood.... that is the kingdom we
have always wanted...this is our kingdom... beyond time...the slaves of the
instinct of killing...in this vale of tears, under enemy fire...when hope dies...
we will survive...faithful to the end..

Light and Darkness met head on and sank in the abyss of chaos...no one
could tell the truth to the ghostly nightmares... you raised your sword
and cut the amours of Fenriz creatures... your brothers in arms raised
their shields protecting against enemies deadly blows...slowly you realized
that it was not an abyss but a battlefield... a slaughter field... the ocean
of blood was a mud soaked with the blood of the defeated... shining swords
cut the darkness... in the distance the war drums sounded with pulsing
rhythm of life and survival... my heart slowly sounded the same rhythm..
I will keep faith... I will fulfill my destiny...

When the fire chariots roll along the skies and as a storm go down the
ground crushing the enemy host... Valkiries follow them with the war cry...
riders with long hair on their winged steeds clear the way for the rising
Sun... White Beast of Wotan! Raise your blood-red swords and strike at
escaping enemy.... the war just has begun...

01 - War Wolf
02 - River Of Tears
03 - Fire Chariot Of Destruction
04 - Flaming Wrathful Hate
05 - Creator And Destroyer
06 - Prayer For My Ancestors
07 - Dance Of Axes And Swords
08 - Motherland

Fire Chariot of Destruction