Gather the tribe, sharpen your blade, raise your fist Gore-stained axe cry out for blood Sever the trees, feed the flames, smelt the ore, Forging weapons for brutal war
Whipping the slaves, flogging the grunts, Get them in line, send them to die No use for prayer, only for war Your life's a lie
March through the waste, burn through the fields Batter the walls, giants shall fall Bringers of pain, merchants of death Blood flows for
Gold! Take what I want Kill! Greed is our god Spite! For all giants fall Die! Too late to kneel
Whipping the slaves, flogging the grunts, Get them in line, send them to die No use for prayer, only for war Your life's a lie
March through the waste, burn through the fields Batter the walls, giants shall fall Bringers of pain, merchants of death Blood changed for gold
Paid for the kill Storming the walls Conquer, destroy The kingdom shall fall
No one is spared The deal is off
We hate your kind Stupid and blind Death shall be your receipt We repay cowards in kind
Whipping, flogging Get them in line Send them to die Marching, killing Never ask why You're next to die
Marching, flogging Get them in line Send them to die The dying, the screaming With the blood spilled for gold Glory bel fill our souls
Storming the walls Kingdom shall fall
Still the war machine rolls on And the wheel of pain keeps on turning (x3)
Still the war machine rolls on And the wheel of pain just keeps turning
Death you can't deceive (x7) Death will your soul reap
Whipping the slaves, flogging the grunts, Get them in line, send them to die No use for prayer, only for war Your life's a lie
March through the waste, burn through the fields Batter the walls, giants shall fall Bringers of pain, merchants of death Blood flows for
Gold! Spoils of war Kill! And take more War! Harvest of blood
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