Burning Fields
Ground of death
Baptized in the flame of war
Flowing Blood
Tested steel
Broken on the skulls of foes
On the trees
Hanging corpse
Of the one who knew no fear
In the air
Feel the stench
Of the ones that deserved to die
Armies of crusaders marching on
Crush their shields, rip their flesh, show them hell
Heavens burn with fire of our wrath
Blood will flow, heads will fall, we will fight them!
Troops of doom
Coming forth
Waiting to taste human blood
We will fight
Till the end
We’ll protect our legacy
Raise your blade
Swing your axe
Set the fire in your minds
Banners of
Christ will fall
Witness our triumph now
Armies of crusaders marching on
Crush their shields, rip their flesh, show them hell
Heavens burn with fire of our wrath
Blood will flow, heads will fall, we will fight them!
Hear the victims' cries
Hear demonic laughter
See crusaders fall
Bath in their own blood
This will show our might
Take away their strengths
But they will come back
Then we’ll fight again and fight again and fight again!
Burning Fields
Ground of death
Baptized in the flame of war
On the trees
Hanging corpse
Of the one who knew no fear
Armies of crusaders marching on
Crush their shields, rip their flesh, show them hell
Heavens burn with fire of our wrath
Blood will flow, heads will fall, we will fight them!
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