Raze the fortress to the ground Its walls can stand no more When the head is amputated The body soon dies
He stood before me Death was in the air He knew he couldn't win He knew he was to die
No one shall touch his body Or you will suffer my wrath He died with pride on the field Bestow him the utmost honor
Thus he died... The toll of the iron in his ears Our embroidered standard as a shroud Slowly fills the heaven
Don't ravage his corpse He died as he would To the victor the spoil To the vanquished the relief
No one shall touch his body Or you will suffer my wrath He died with pride on the field Bestow him the utmost honor
Glory to my enemy Glory to the dead Our rampage keep going Glory to the dead
Glory to my enemy Glory to the dead His dream has diedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
