Forest Of Impaled

Mortis Dei
Rise up to the sky, over the trees Filled with the dark strength Blood blown by the winds, dormany for years Brings forth the warlust Spears sharpened with swords Shields retain their power Screams break through the air Feeble ones cry to their god Fall down to the ground Cut through the throat Crushed by the horses Blast of the trumpets Sentenced to death Fight for your honor Field blacked with red Joined with the rain Elixir of pure strength Evoking the dark Gray shadows walk the earth Bodies lifted by the breeze Stakes pierced with dead flesh Burden of stench Drifts into caverns of the woods From Letras Mania