Clattering hooves rip up the steppe You hear their cries they want their wrath From the walls you see the signs Golden banners and flags arise
Dank smells will rise Your nostrills wide it burns your eyes Oder of pest Your time has come you will face death
They attack with all their might The walls will hold we'll win the fight Defending man and structure From the smell of pestilence
But then again the smell returns Warriors dead their corpses flung
When the skies are clear from disease We're marching over them with ease Watch them crawl in demise Blood is gushing from their white eyes
You can't save yourself or anyone From the wrath of the horde
Dank smells will rise Your nostrills wide it burns your eyes Oder of pest Even their corpses bring certain deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
