Fields Of Blood

Bloodthorn

Onwards into battle

Armies marching, seeking death

Fearless legions

On the road to hell, a killing spree

Crushing forces

With wicked lust they march to war



Approaching death

Spearhead tearing through their flanks

Besiege their cities

Walls and trenches battle in blood

Their ranks are crumbling

The last defenders soon will fall

Release the madness

Sadistic beasts with cruel intent

Arise with hunger

Chaos creatures feasting on the dead



On the fields of blood

The slaughter commence

On the fields of blood

To face the end



No mercy given

All must perish, none shall live

Inferno coming

Black magic spells, evil rise

Malicious fiends

The dead awakens, craving blood

Frenzied slaughter

The aftermath, relenthless death



On the fields of blood

The slaughter commence

On the fields of blood

To face the end