Ode to Death

It’s in the year 1365
Only some of us are still alive
Horses running, swords towards the sky
Steel through bone, a tormented cry

I feel the rush in my veins
Tomorrow we shall crush them all
I’ll see the ruined remains
It’s the day that the drums shall roll

The smell of battle brought on the field
Every man bearing sword and shield
Years have past since peace has gone
No one knows when war has begun

I’ll see their death in their eyes
At daylight we will hunt them all
When the night sky slowly dies
Starts the day that the drums shall roll

An ode to the glory of the reaper
A drink to he who shall free us all
Fighting our way into the kingdom of death
Through rivers of blood and over the wall
Our king… hail… His wrath… hail…
Our lives… hail… Their blood… hail…

We’ll fight this war until certain death
We see the reaper and feel it’s breath
When blood meets steel and hits the ground
A soul at rest, without a sound

Stainless steel turns to bloody red
Heaven of hell is of no concern
Thou shalt not kill, the preacher said
Don’t care if forever our souls will burn