Stone Cold Metal
Ensiferum Lyrics

Howl of a coyote wakes up a man
The sound of a coyote awakens a man, who is a survivor in an apocalyptic wasteland.

A haggard shadow in this wasted land
The man looking at himself in the reflection sees a worn and tired individual living in a barren land that was once prosperous.

Vultures rise with the scorching sun
Vultures fly up with the sun as it starts to sizzle the land.

A dry wind blows in a silent town
The wind that blows in the unpopulated town is arid and brings no life nor hint of freshness.

Some Whiskey to clear his head
The man drinks whiskey to eliminate negative thoughts from his brain.

And some for the brothers who are dead
He drinks some of the wine for his fallen comrades who are no longer alive.

Another day, another chase
Every day there is a hunt for them, leading them to flee and escape.

Vigilantes will meet their fate
The artists are vigilantes, the hunters will soon succumb to their fate.

Saddle your steed
Mount your horse.

We are riding tonight
We'll venture out into the night and ride.

Be ready to kill
Passing through a dangerous terrain calls for preparedness to take life to save their own.

Don't flee from a fight.
Stand your ground during a confrontation.

Pillaging is in our blood
Looting towns and villages is a part of their nature due to their nomadic heritage.

We bow to no one and no one at all
They are autonomous and answer to no one.

Stone cold metal in his hand
He holds a sharp sword unyielding like a rock.

Stirs wild rival of a righteous man
The sword evokes the ferocious fighting spirit of an honorable opponent.

Life of an outlaw; the gallows await
The existence of a criminal, at some point, will lead to his execution at the gallows.

Until then they shall reign
Until such a time arrives, they will remain unforgiving outlaws.

No border is too sacred
They respect no boundaries.

To cross and to spill the cup of hatred
They cross borders, spreading malice and hostility, leaving animosity behind.

Days to come are still unveiled
The future is unclear and unpredictable.

Take what's yours, no time to bewail
Seize your rightful possessions, there's no moment for repentance.

Waning daylight, time to move on
As the daylight declines, it's time to continue moving.

Under a looming crescent moon.
The moon is a crescent shape and forebodes ill-luck.

Another town, again to raze
It's their turn to loot and burn down another town.

Surely someone will pass deaths gate
Really often, their criminal exactions end up in someone being executed.

In the silence of the night
Under cover of night, secrecy is maintained.

Treacherous lady of the evening
A lady of the evening who is untrustworthy.

Deceived the whereabouts of marauders
The lady intentionally misled the hunters regarding marauders' location.

Ten bounty hunters are heading to the hideaway
Ten collectors of bounties move towards their base.

A dark red desert moon shimmers its gloomy light.
The moon tint is red like blood, giving off a desolate vibe.

Upon a baneful affair of honour
A hazardous event of honor where participants risk their life.

For a fleeting moment, eye meets eye
They look each other briefly in the eyes before starting the confrontation.

Silent respect before an inevitable solution
A moment of quiet appreciation before fate's inevitable outcome.

Dead or alive, Its all the same...
The result is of no concern; achieving the outcome is all that matters.