Might Of Sword-Cadacross

Might Of Sword - 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 Like the hell was landed to the earth Bleeding corpses were lying on the ground Smell of burning flesh flown everywhere In the air With rage, they fought their battles With rage, they gave no mercy With pain, with pain they fell to a frozen ground With rage, they fought their battles With rage, they gave no mercy With rage, they fought their battles With rage, they gave no mercy With pain, with pain they fell to a frozen ground