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Mais uma boa memória do diamantino e rutilante clangor dos Alkateya, eminência do Metal português:

Letra de «The Call & The Crash (All Men Stand Still)» :

Ascending out from the fields

Many flames will burn again tonight

The helmets shining in glamour

And the shields so clean and bright

Sounds of iron

Breath of horses

Battle signs

Shining armours

Gloves of leather

Warrior’s minds

Cold eyes, the sharp look of steel

Pointing straight to the morning’s fog

The day will soon be reborn

With the first bite from the raging dogs

Sounds of pain

Song of death

They reclaim

Metal’s kiss

Fire’s lick

Is their aim

All men stand still

Waiting for the battle call

Still they know not

How many heads will fall

(repeat)

Sunrise, the call to the axe

To the hammer, to the sword,

They draw

A thought to the gods that they pray to

“Let your strength guide me in this war

Fill this valley with blood

From the weak

To the strong

The reward that they seek”

This day will be well remembered

In their hymns the poets will sing

To Odin they offer their souls

The immortals won’t kiss Hela’s ring

“From this moment

In thy hands we are given

Holy field, in thy bosom

We shall rise!”

All men stand still

Waiting for the battle call

Still they know not

How many heads will fall

(repeat)

BEATS THE DRUM

SOUNDS THE TRUMPET

TO THE BATTLE!