Raw meat pieces
are laying everywhere
Burned beneath the oceans
of blood!
Many brave and not have
met their death here
Now they're left alone
forgotten by God!
The strong smell
of rotten bodies
A vever-ending,
bloody landscape
I still hear the
forsaken cires
Of the ones that have
felt the carnage!
Death and pain
ruled the land
When forces
moved onward' head to head!
'Gnothy Sayton!'
'till the end
To reach the temple
of the undead!!
Winds are taking
The Cries...
of Fallen Ones