The clouds turned dark tonight
The horn was blown
Armies of mighty men lined up before the storm
A rain of arrows fell
A piercing death
Their blood will soak the fields until there's no one left
The warriors loudly roared charge
The charge was on
In minutes thousand fall but the battle must be won
Bloodbath hell awaits, warriors sworn to fight on
Swords raised for death or glory, on the battlefields
Bloodbath hell awaits, warriors sworn to fight on
Swords raised for death or glory
On the battlefields of death!
Stones from the skies descend
Turns walls to dust
Buildings collapse and burn
Until there's nothing left
Bells ring for one last time
Before the end
Visions of living hell death walks among the men
With the dawn we will march to victory
In the fields they hear our battle cry
We sacrifice as we fight for victory
In the end we raise our banners high
With the dawn we will march through history
In the fields they hear our battle cry
We sacrifice as we fight for victory
In the end we raise our banners high