Quote taken from 'With Fire and Sword' by Henrik Sienkievic.
lyrics
From the rivers
From the hills
From the Fens
And remote ends
From the dells
and hidden caves
We have gathered -
- forward we shall march.
''Oh God,
Give me premature death
So I shan't see the disaster.
Mutual guilts
will be washed in blood
Not in redemption -
- but in a fratricide.''
The horde of the steppes
cutting off the loose ends.
Wearing blade of justice
whirlwind of revenge.
Mother river heals us with its water
Soil of Steppe has given us the shelter
Inborn prowess pulls us ever forward
We'll reclaim the holy lands of Poland.
Finnish death metallers leaven infernal dynamics with triumphant, infectious melodies, striking a compelling balance between grit and grace. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 25, 2023