1. Intro / Cavalry (Forest of Spears)




When the wings - of death are spread
When a mask of death - are on the face
You can feel - the fear in the air
You can see - the panic begins
Hear the neigh - of swiftest howes
Hear the sound of kings - of fines breed
Watch this plain - your last place
Watch the spears - pointing to your head
Scream and crying
Of adult man
Late for regrets
Embrace the pain




2. Hussars




Neighing horses, hoofbeats, howling of the wind
On the right side, winged Hussars, teror of battlefield.
Scent of stench, in the air. Coming from, swarthy man,
Turkish dogs, filth from krym, on the other side
Winged Hussars,
Drinking blood.
Winged Hussars,
Drinking blood... Of enemies
Ref: winged Hussars, drinking blood, blood of enemies
They are the eagles, of batllefield, masks of death, spreading fear.
Winged Hussars, men of steel. Flames of war, death is near
They are the horsemans, of the hell, so hear the rings of death... Bell
Flesh is pierced, blood is spread, heads are flying.
Dogs barking, they feel the end, they feel the end is near.
Chaos is here, beardman yells, scent of piss and shits
Alah is waiting, virgins crying, prepare to be impaled
Winged Hussars,
Drinking blood.
Winged Hussars,
Drinking blood... Of enemies




3. Lamentation of the Fallen




When the night, takes its place
and dark cold is getting strong
there are echos among the trees
Theres a plain, near that woods
and the rivers floating by,
its water is full of blood
From the plains, coming noise
the noise of thousand man
whose dying painfully
Smell of blood, taste of flesh
and never ending scream
thick presence of the death
Everything is fading in the air
with lamentation of the fallen
Everithing is coming to the end
hear lamentation of the fallen




4. Way of Warrior




The way of the warior we walk, by
words of the sudden strike we spoke,
way of the sword, way of the blood we
love, yeah blood we love.
We chose to live just for the fight, everything
what we do is right. If you see
us comming, step aside. Or you gonna
travel to afterlife.
Keep your steel always razor sharp,
never avoid any fight.
Kill everything you bested,
your sword should never rested.
We chose to live just for the fight, everything
what we do is right. If you see
us comming, step aside. Or you gonna
travel to afterlif




5. Cossacks Rebellion




messenger from the east
just arrived from the khan
his skin is black so as his heart
Khmelnytsky needs help
he desperately needs a man,
about few thousands man
messenger from the east
just arrived from the khan
his skin is black so as his heart
Prince Tuhay Bey, bring thousands man
and the poland will obey
from ottoman empire
from Zaporizhian Sich
reborn of epic betray
rebellion was build
We will end the rule
Of Jarema the iron fist
and Poland be drown in blood
in blood
Golden horde
will ride again
Golden age do




6. Obsessed by Blood




Day after day, night by night, again and again
This is what we do, this is who we are, this is what we need.
Tracking the pray, seeking weak spots, waiting for the strike
Killing by hand, killing by steel, merciful or violent.
Blood flow out - from the veins, - life abandons - the body,
slowly oncoming - the end - gently, softly - inevitably
Day after day, night by night, again and again
This is what we do, this is who we are, this is what we need.
Blood flow out - from the veins, - life abandons - the body,
Obsession of the Blood, possessed by the devil
Impossible to stop, that bloody handicraft
Day after day, night by night, again and again
This is what we do, this is who we are, this is what we need.




7. Zbaraz




Army of slaves, servants of Khan
rolling across the battlefield
Hordes of Khan, Girej Islam.
May the Zbaraz be our shield
Siege towers, spewing soldiers,
Cannons rumbling and sabres crash
Three turks beheaded at once
when the claymore, suddenly slash
Khan is sending many slaves, but just a few warriors,
so one of the bravest knights slip out throught the moors
he carrying note for Kazimir
asking for the help, or zbaraz will fall
In the name of god, hes words are clear
And Hussars ride again, to the war
Khan sending many slaves, but just a few warriors,
so one of the bravest knights slip out throught the moors
Zbaraz will hold
Zbaraz will hold
Fear reflected in his eyes.
Golden Hordes are done.
Bohdan will never rise again
Rebelion is gone. – Is Gone!




8. So the Story Comes to the End




Time of battles ends
Visions of another golden age
Poland again is cleansed
All ottomans screaming in rage
Peace will be declared
Traitors quickly surrender
Bloody lesson they learned
Their camps will be plundered
Shreds of Golden hordes
pulling back to Krym
Chasers have no remorse
evening will be grim
Bravery of Polish man
Farewell to the fallen
So the story comes to the end
Farewell to the fallen