There’s a camp of traders selling all you can dream of and more, All you need is silver but beware just what you bargain for. Is your land in danger? Do your armies of farmers not have the skill? Maybe we’re your saviours… …or the ones coming in for the kill!
We are merchants of menace Our stock and trade is in blood We are merchants of menace To us men are but mud
Skalds proclaim our glory; weapons bristling shield bosses shine Cowards flee before us; turn, stand now and fight us and die. Where the slaughters thickest; there you’ll find us for there we belong Harbingers of justice; you can pay us for right or wrong…
We are merchants of menace Our stock and trade is in blood We are merchants of menace To us men are but mud
Now the camp lies empty; turned your dreams into nightmares for sure We took all your silver, but hey, it’s you that we’re fighting for!
We are merchants of menace Our stock and trade is in blood We are merchants of menace To us men are but mud
We are merchants of menace For us the world stands aside We are merchants of menace Deals done, and now we ride!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
