Ohvrikivi - Conquerors of the Barbican Songtexte

We pursuit to pay our devoirs
Raise arms against thine foe
Invasion ceased our lull souls
And red fury is a pleasure bestow

we march onward vast green hills
facing enemy and destiny
With wind in our face and hair
and with red in eyes

they cease and desist
A life of Heathenish rites
Too ceased and desist
The wherewithal to survive

We shall raid
We shall Invade
We shall burn
We shall conquer

Slay and leave no life left
Over throw the barbican
Dethrone the tyrant
And make way for our Rites

With sword and axe We cut the weak
Hold blades to the sky

A pouncing war cry only death awaits
March to our fate by flames of hate

Fortress burns followed by hope
The dead rise like smoke
No one knows what judgement
Has brought to this death

We shall defeat
We shall slaughter
We shall conquer
The barbican