The Conquest

The conqueror joins his forces to destroy

Nordics respond the call of the island

Preparing their boots, the guns smelling death

Across the long channel, they arrive to destroy

The Duke becomes the king of the island now

Envolving his blood and soul for all his sons

Sweat and gut, he's now the chosen one

Enjoying the power of his new home

His murder brigade command the entrance

The servants of might dominating poor plebians

With the aid of the Duke the island becomes north

But the forces from gods cannot help the supreme

The supreme court stink like dragons

Rain is falling in the twilight

The smell of death now ride the sky

The power of the king now is captured