Glory and Triumph will soon come And may the light shine on the newborn Iron Heart Sons of a King The dawn will bow at his sight
He will bring honour to his lodge Lord of an empire that will come
By his heart We'll conquer the seven hills He'll be the king Lord Of the Empire Of The Crimson Fields
Crimson Fields
A woman clasps a empty corpse Made of the flesh that she called "son" Killed by Savages Commanded by King Rapists of their Lands
All the tears that bathe the corpse Turn into a Sickness to the lodge
The Curse is cast And it holds the seven hills No more a king No more an Empire of the Crimson Fields
Crimson Fields
In our last hours Fear is our king We are all Doomed
No more dawn we'll see Death is near And we walk on his landTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
