Songtext von Woven With Pestilence And War

The black army, impaling all who stand no mercy, strike hard with sword in hand Charging hard, leading the advance Run them down, opposition has no chance Hold high our flag, the flag of hate Woven with pestilence and war Carried to all lands on our hate campaign we black the sky, the power so immense Charging hard, leading the advance Run them down, opposition has no chance Village left in ruins, smoldering decay Bodies lie in mud as the stench begins to rise Victory is ours with war gods by our side Our sights upon the next, to the north we ride. Charging hard, leading the advance Run them down, opposition has no chance