Against shields I charge Spears and swords I block When the chance comes I will crush their heads
The odds to survive Are now but none Dilacerating those bastards I hold my ground
Eyes filles with rage Hand holding a blood red mace Ground covered by broken skulls As I remain slaying those fools I keep raging on and on
I've already lost the count of The number of dead bodies But the end of their army Still cannot be seen
Surprised they watch A smile emerge on my face Guess they can't understand The thrill's to face death itselfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
