10,000 soldiers rushing towards you like a racing river you'll never know this kind of terror in a living hell your faces turns pale and white as your death comes into sight certain terror is amongst so prep your weapons now your chainmail is not thick enough and neither is your armor your swords not sharp enough to even pierce 18 gauge we hide amongst the crenellations waiting for the call arrows fall as the sky turns black commence the archers squall
we fight for the kingdom we fight for the king we fight for the queen and we always win arrows sharpened swords are made of steel if you climb the curtain wall meet your maker breaking wheel throw you in the moat rancid water in your lungs let the pestilence and famine overtake your loved ones he village you call home has been turned into dust you cry out for your mother by an arrow you've been struckTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
