Might Of Sword – Cadacross – letras

In morning of mourning men gathered to the fieldsMarch of the death lead this savage raceWith might of the sword they slaughtered enemiesDawn of this cruel day, I see the raging flames arise,From the deepest hell. like thunder the warlords were thrustingWith their sword. cold steel turned to red with blood of enemies.In morning of mourning war blood turned to coldI saw warriors in the battle fieldsThrusting swords into soft fleshSpilled blood turned fields to redEmpty graves filled up with the warriorsWarriorsI can hear how cold steel sank to fleshI can hear last breath of these brave warriorsDreams of war have become trueLike the hell was landed to the earthBleeding corpses were lying on the groundSmell of burning flesh flown everywhereIn the airWith rage, they fought their battlesWith rage, they gave no mercyWith pain, with pain they fell to a frozen groundWith rage, they fought their battlesWith rage, they gave no mercyWith rage, they fought their battlesWith rage, they gave no mercyWith pain, with pain they fell to a frozen grounIn morning of mourning men gathered to the fieldsMarch of the death lead this savage raceWith might of the sword they slaughtered enemiesDawn of this cruel day, I see the raging flames arise,From the deepest hell. like thunder the warlords were thrustingWith their sword. cold steel turned to red with blood of enemies.In morning of mourning war blood turned to cold