Legions of writhing corpses
lie at the feet of a forest of spears
scavenging carrion pick at the flesh
the seeds of a primitive wrath unremembered
empower the minds turned red by the sword
load the howitzers and let the lead fly
and by night there will be fires...
shakes the ground that bears this invasion
indiscriminate killing, unleashed a primitive wrath
feral dogs roam, devouring innards
the war-dead reek of a hate long passed
empower the minds turned red by the sword
load the howitzers and let the lead fly
and by night there will be fires...
Legions of writhing corpses
lie at the feet of a forest of spears
scavenging carrion pick at the flesh
and soon the dead will rise again
empower the minds turned red by the sword
load the howitzers and let the lead fly
and by night there will be fires...
...and by night the bodies burn.