Letra de The Killing Goes On

As free men under Wittekind We storm the land Rage against all Franks we find Blood on their hand Scara Franzisca Charle's elite Run, escape to Paderborn Their life is all that some could safe Ragged and torn On and on the killing goes The Reaper feeds on souls Warriors doomed to die Sacrifice their lives On and on the killing goes I'm haunted by the souls Those who once stood strong The killing goes on Fresh soldiers come to reinforce The Frankish might So by the Hase river see Death or victory Even our women fight along Raging bare breasted and strong For three days we kill and bleed But in the end there is defeat