Bài hát The Warriors of Modern Death Báo Lỗi

[Music: Ihsahn]

[Lurics: Ihsahn]


All raised

To be men

Given image and path

Supreme

Idolised warriors

Bright steel

Burning rage

Never too late to try

Stand tall

Never plead

Live and let die


I see the spirit

Of those ancestors

And reconsider the faith

A primitive sword

Can not win my war

Cold fury

Flaring eyes

Calculated verbal gun

My pride

Justified

Spiritual steel shines bright

Beyond the sun


The pride of the warrior

Is far from dead

The colours of death

Are still black and red

Though modernised

Blood wil be shed