More dead than wounded 
The sky still burns 
We won't take prisoners troughout this battle 
The marching forces 
Their heads will roll 
They are prepared to die 
With swords in their hands 

And in the south a beast will rise and shine 
In bloodred fog and with an axe divine 
Immortal from hell 
And from the east a scream hails to the sky 
From warlords on horsebacks 
Defending their troops 

The end, a threat about to come 
The fear all men do carry deep inside 
Refuge is hope to stay alive 
Return and wear the scars of war with pride 

For all the fallen buried at dawn 
They did not die in vain 
We'll have our revenge 
More dead than wounded 
On bloodsoaked soil 
War has claimed it's victims 
Never shall remain 

Kill to live 
Heads will roll 
Skies shall fall 
Warhorns call