Текст песни Hatred Cult - Тропой войны

On the darkest black ships
We sailed to sow fear!
The star shows the way home
We keep trying to fight fearlessly

And his death , and the way in darkness
The fight will take pitiless .
And fallen brothers in the moonlight ,
Burn at the funeral pyre .

And each of us
Eagerly waiting for its hour .
Berserk horde -
Foreign lands trouble .

And the sign over them declared -
Fighting a last effort .
The fate of the nation in their hands,
Salvation is in the blood and fighting.

And only silence ...
After the rain...
And full of blood
Holy Land.

warpath ... we are doomed ...