Into Battle II

As the sun lights the sky, shines on killing fields
The morning fog removes, reveals, ratton’s feed

Walking trough the corpses, on my trembling knees
Face wiped out existences, is this real or just a dream

The earth drinks the blood, of stertorous broken men
Woes break their will, they scream, like they are damned to hell

Banners held high and swords cut through flesh
At the end remains misanthropic death
Fight for a crown and die for a king
Misanthropic sets don’t offer a chance to win

Dried tears on their jowls, spiritless shells
Once they were known as friends, horror, I can’t find a sense

The battle is over, but no time to rest
These sights torture my mind, Horror, I can’t breathe again

Banners held high and swords cut through flesh
At the end remains misanthropic death
Fight for a crown and die for a king
misanthropic sets don’t offer a chance to win

This is just the battle’s end - Tortures are not over my friend
Destruction across the land
Who will rebuild our walls - Who has to wash the corpses
Dead friends can’t be healed again
Tortures are never done - and now the nightmares come
Suffer, you can’t run

Fight for a crown and die for a king
Misanthropic sets don’t offer a chance to win
Banners held high and swords cut through flesh
At the end remains misanthropic death