The King has fallen, absent of heir The reign trembles, all lost in despair King of Castille proclaiming our land As fear floats around consuming the thin air Hear the horn of the eminent battle Between the pale skin and frail life mothers tremble As fires burn high reds of cold And the holes become rivers filled with enemies’ blood Hear the whisper of the flaming arrows As the land in our feet shakes fear as man march into death Thousand horses stride As Castille invade our lands It’s our holy war Against 30000 man Through the creeks and trees We will stand our ground alone Death will consume you all Feel the cold blade pierce your soul Die Extermination, glance the fallen masses As Lusitania arises from soil now the enemy here lies The blood that runs like rivers, ashes dancing No retreat no refuse, for our lands and families we'll fight Consume this holy plague Till there’s no one to save We are the product of the same greedy flesh This war will only be over when all enemies are deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
