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A Fine Day To Die
  • A Fine Day To Die
  • Bathory
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Along the black mountainside scattered
By the campfires awaiting the dawn
Two times a hundred men in battles
Tried by the steel in the arrow
Axe and the sword

By battle worn hunger torn awaitening
For the sun to break through the cold haze
And for the banners of Ebal to appear
On the hill in the sun’s first warm rays

The elder among the men
Looked deep into
The fire and spoke loud with pride

Tomorrow is a fine day to die