Lyrics:
Turisas Battle Metal

Translation: Turisas. Battle Metal.

greater than the worst stormy weather I grasp the sword in my hand, this is for my brothers, this is for my land With blood on my face to battle I ride

: In the darkest shadows, under the black rocks And ancient moss Where steam arises from the cracks in the crust of ground The spiteful dwell Fast,

: As you sit in your quiet home, surrounded by peace, comfort and civilization... do you, listener, remember those memories... grand and tearful, which

of my sword With full power we smashed into their lines The ground shook, swords tasted flesh Hooves trampling over men screaming for their lives The battle

Turisas was forged by four winds In a smithy high up in the skies On an anvil honour, with a hammer of blood The Four Winds pounded Battle Metal! As the battle

: A peaceful grove, in treetops above the whisper of the wind It echoes over fields, over endless wilderness You close your eyes and there you are among

A peaceful grove, in treetops above the whisper of the wind It echoes over fields, over endless wilderness You close your eyes and there you are among

In the darkest shadows, under the black rocks And ancient moss Where steam arises from the cracks in the crust of ground The spiteful dwell Fast, fast