Million legions line up behind our backs.
The clamor resounds within the whole plain.
The ecstasy overcomes our men.
It's an honor to be in the frontline.
Attack with ire. Break his rows.
Unleash your fury. Sow the panic.
Stab his heart. Break his shields.
Transform him into a hero, a blood bath.
Destroy his towns. Burn his flesh.
Honor the gods, enslave them all.
Take out his heart and steal his unholy soul.
Sentenced by the eternity to be your last slave.
You feel the power in the battlefield.
Enthroned as a prince of war.
Not dominate your wrath and your hands tremble.
Being the elected one before the very god's eyes.
Born to reap lives.
Take out his heart and steal his unholy soul.
Sentenced by the eternity to be your last slave.
Everything that has been murdered by you in battle will be your servant in Heleim. |
