The Devil Swept the Ruins - Nocturnal Breed

Drawn and quartered

Cornered and caged

Fighting for old flags

A lions share waged

Keep your boots on — Stick to your guns

This is where we’ll make our stand

Our kind, does not make old bones

Got the devil at point-blank

Chance is feeble — Chance is gone

I’ll beat the reaper this last time

In this hell-hole I swear I will not die

As the ghost of war slowly sweeps the ground

We’re riding home in a long black box

With bloodstained flag and silver handles

Like rats we ran towards the gates of Hell

Hooked between a ruin and a war-blade

The Devil swept the ruins

Now I long for the valley of death

The generals never said… When they told us to wage war

There’s no coming back from where you’re going

Death before surrender

We dug our heels in hard

Always go down fighting

Claim victory in your heart

Keep your boots on — Stick to your guns

Death comes reaping fast tonight

Hell walks among us — Turning men into dogs

Pinned down and dying to fight

Uncompromising and unconditional

Unrelenting and unbound

This is no place for bloodless cowards

Watching distant cities burning to the ground

«After more than 70 days of siege, in the missile-raked ruins of Khe’Sanh

We saw the circling death from above

For they’re all gone now and left is only a smoking hole

We had the advantage -Now it’s death-absolute»