The clouds turned dark tonight The horn was blown Armies of mighty men lined up before the storm A rain of arrows fell A piercing death Their blood will soak the fields until there's no one left The warriors loudly roared charge The charge was on In minutes thousand fall but the battle must be won
Bloodbath hell awaits, warriors sworn to fight on Swords raised for death or glory, on the battlefields Bloodbath hell awaits, warriors sworn to fight on Swords raised for death or glory On the battlefields of death!
Stones from the skies descend Turns walls to dust Buildings collapse and burn Until there's nothing left Bells ring for one last time Before the end Visions of living hell death walks among the men
With the dawn we will march to victory In the fields they hear our battle cry We sacrifice as we fight for victory In the end we raise our banners high With the dawn we will march through history In the fields they hear our battle cry We sacrifice as we fight for victory In the end we raise our banners highTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
