Cadacross

In morning of mourning men gathered to the fields
March of the death lead this savage race
With might of the sword they slaughtered enemies
Dawn of this cruel day, i see the raging flames arise,
From the deepest hell. like thunder the warlords were thrusting
With their sword. cold steel turned to red with blood of enemies
In morning of mourning war blood turned to cold
I saw warriors in the battle fields
Thrusting swords into soft flesh
Spilled blood turned fields to red
Empty graves filled up with the warriors
Warriors
I can hear how cold steel sank to flesh
I can hear last breath of these brave warriors
Dreams of war have become true