Autumn Winds

Icy stares, disdainful eyes
 Adorn these minions of christ
 As they blindly march with hateful hearts
 To kill this world they despise
 Autumn winds casts it's spell on me
 Clouds will blacken the sky
 If I must burn for what I believe
 Today would be a good day to die
 Among the screams and endless cries
 I swear an oath to the skies
 That I will not bend to the oppressor's hands
 And spit my blood in their eyes
 Autumn winds casts it's spell on me
 Clouds will blacken the sky
 If I must burn for what I believe
 Today would be a good day to die
 Die!
 Mit jeder unze meiner starke
 Mit jedem Tropfen des Bluts
 Mit jedem Atem
 Kampfe ich... und Opfere
 Now all is still only the grass sways
 And yet the blood drips from every blade
 Turning these meadows into graves
 Casting our gods into their flames
 Autumn winds casts it's spell on me
 Clouds will blacken the sky
 If I must burn for what I believe
 Today would be a good day to die