Guided by the siege's grace Sent you to heavens gates When the flail knocks your skull See the fear of god on your face Soldiers dropping like flies Disease and famine Be it black plague or leprosy Eternally damnation
Wholes battalions are sick, Frail and flailing from the pain When the flail knocks your skull Blunt force exposes brain Your whole cavalry is dead When were hungry we eat horse Push my claymore through your torso with endless force
Bloodshed on the battle field the arrows blot the sky Wailing mothers mourn their sons as countless others die Rusted mail is bound to fail take an arrow in the eye The bascinet will nail your neck and end your life tonight
The stench of burning flesh terrorized and filled with dread I will wheel my cart through the battle field "bring out your dead" I recite the word of god as I pick up severed heads The brook that runs west of the village was once clear now it runs red
I survey the land all I see is death Pestilence and sorrow expressed with every breath I shed a single tear for those who died in vain Who left their families alone in suffering and pain Now all that's left are the barren fields of waste Unfertile soil and mud as thick as paste This endless war will leave the earth scarred No crops will grow my family will starveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
