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