The lords of the passes are arming their vassals You'll find no shelter that way The conscripts they've taken have never returned And our hopes fade with each passing day
The gates of the keeps are all closing And broken men wander the roads The farmers have fled to the forests Burning their fields as they go
The dukes of the marches have ordered their archers To shoot all outlanders on sight Turn back your horses before it's too late There'll be no safe crossing this night
Hear the horns, pounding hooves Visions of cities aflame Wailing cries, dawn of doom Die by the sword or in chains
Men kneel in temples of madness False prophets spread discord and fear Darkness descends once again They say the Lords of the Last Days rule hereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
