Scars

More dead than wounded

The sky still burns

We won't take prisoners troughout this battle

The marching forces

Their heads will roll

They are prepared to die

With swords in their hands

And in the south a beast will rise and shine

In bloodred fog and with an axe divine

Immortal from hell

And from the east a scream hails to the sky

From warlords on horsebacks

Defending their troops

The end, a threat about to come

The fear all men do carry deep inside

Refuge is hope to stay alive

Return and wear the scars of war with pride

For all the fallen buried at dawn

They did not die in vain

We'll have our revenge

More dead than wounded

On bloodsoaked soil

War has claimed it's victims

Never shall remain

Kill to live

Heads will roll

Skies shall fall

Warhorns call