More dead than wounded
The sky still burns
We won't take prisoners troughout this battle

The marching forces
Their heads will roll
They are prepared to die

With swords in their hands

And in the south a beast will rise and shine

In bloodred fog and with an axe divine
Immortal from hell
And from the east a scream hails to the sky

From warlords on horsebacks
Defending their troops


The end, a threat about to come
The fear all men do carry deep inside
Refuge is hope to stay alive

Return and wear the scars of war with pride

For all the fallen buried at dawn

They did not die in vain
We'll have our revenge
More dead than wounded

On bloodsoaked soil
War has claimed it's victims
Never shall remain


Kill to live
Heads will roll

Skies shall fall
Warhorns call