Divisions of our stem and taciturn warriors of the past Unrelenting and steadfast Conscripts kept in line all this time, no chance to disobey Where their is a whip their is a way I can hear the clarion call to arms Brutish mobs trained solely to do harm
Honor for the first, not a curse, beginning our assault And wounds of valor that result Lowering their spears like the steady rolling gears of our machine And falling axes guillotines I can hear their gutless craven laughter Seas of fodder cheering for their master
The ugly face of war Rank and file Legions growing more and more Rank and file Minions marching Rank and file March with the overlord Rank and file
Notches keeping score by these veterans war to war on the campaign And very little space remains Terror they insight parading onward thru the night, torches glowing And still the flames are ever glowing I can hear the clamor of their armor Dreaming of what plunder they may garner
Formations of the ice, strategic flanking by surprise, a lethal ruse Outmaneuvering is no use Sheer numbers awfully daunting let alone the ceaseless taunting too A crass and pitiless brood I can hear their shuffling hooves and feet, a march like thunder Announcing coming siege March!
Sent to the frontline prepared for attack Crossing the threshold there is no turning back Combat pushed forward as night becomes day Carnage completed once none are left to slay Our targets before us, our orders are clear Swift progress is made, victory draws near
Tactically brilliant, rapidly gaining ground Shackling prisoners, humiliated clowns Ruining resources, arrogantly proud Nothing but scorched earth left in our wake Dividing munitions, supplies they can't hide Thrown into changelings, our control stretched wide Rewarding our warriors, claiming warbrides We do as we please and take what we want
Plowing down defense lines in all out attack Frenzied for blood their is no turning back A starlit slaughter as night becomes day A holocaustal haulting once none are left to slay Ruthlessly advance our orders are clear Few are now left, victories swords I now hear
Their kings are at our feet Stewards of our mind The ugly face of war Legions growling more and more Rank and file Minions marching Rank and file March with the overlord Rank and fileTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
