Konkwista 88 - Barbarzyński Klan

With weapons in hand, approaching
His outfit covered in dark blood
With every step, more and more
I feel your fear
The barbarian clan is coming
From the northern mountains, the ice has melted
The river pulls in its swift current
The gray dawn is shrouded in fog
A shadow on the Sun, a sign of death
They pillage, rape, and bring death
Wherever they're found, there's a pillar of fire
Mercilessly they slaughter
All strangers to the ground
When you hear the drum's rhythm
You better hide
Ghastly masks cover their faces
A horde of wolves is their vanguard
Who dares to stop
The barbarian people
Warriors from the worst nightmare