Sybaritic - Fields Of The Dead Şarkı Sözleri

Shoulder to shoulder into the fray,
shredding of limbs, genocidal blood-spray!

No retreat!

Maggot filled graves await the dead,
once peaceful streams running red,
wading through corpses in fields of the dead,
bathing in blood, mired in the mud!

No retreat!
We charge!

No retreat!
To death!