Etzel 歌词

Wild, marching like blind One only goal in his mind: Pillaging treasures and lands Eager and fierce Ruler of men who came To raze all they met He came along a road of blood Going on through streets of death Raising up his arch of gold Marching on he came to wreck men, womem and lands - Etzel! Cruel, in the circle of hell You lay in a river of boiling blood You're blood thirsty and lost You're called scourge of God You wanna create an army With soldiers of death He came along a road of blood Going on through streets of death Raising up his arch of gold Marching on he came to wreck men, womem and lands Etzel nomad came through kingdoms Blood and fear he brought Cruel and wild came down to Rome Gold and slaves he caught Fight, you man of war Your arch and horse won't let you Down and you'll reach your desires But you're gonna fall Battles have gone, Your blood will kill you in your bed