Wartunes - Suidakra

Cold and lifeless lay the plains of lore

Until finally silently a spirit evoke

And timeless clansmen rose

By the sound of the old

Celtic tunes of war

Rise…

And feel the deadly breeze

The scent of burning flesh

For my blade thirsts for

Another war

Curse of the might to take

Oh it’s a human bane

To fan the fires

To cause an higher aim

Here we stand

Brothers in war

From the four

Winds of the land

High on the hills

We stay proud and brave

For Freedom is a right

And serfdom a grave

Death to our foes…

War!!!

Legions of greed

Of fire and light

A thousand pikes

Fight as one man

Stormlike enraged

They fight 'till they die

The one to enthrall

The other to survive