Mortis Dei - Forest Of Impaled

Rise up to the sky, over the trees

Filled with the dark strength

Blood blown by the winds, dormany for years

Brings forth the warlust

Spears sharpened with swords

Shields retain their power

Screams break through the air

Feeble ones cry to their god

Fall down to the ground

Cut through the throat

Crushed by the horses

Blast of the trumpets

Sentenced to death

Fight for your honor

Field blacked with red

Joined with the rain

Elixir of pure strength

Evoking the dark

Gray shadows walk the earth

Bodies lifted by the breeze

Stakes pierced with dead flesh

Burden of stench

Drifts into caverns of the woods