歌词
An endless row of mercenaries
March on an old country road
From afar you can hear the drums
Like a deadly morse code
Before long there will be carnage
All will be slain
The anguish of war is here
Twisted and insane
Swords are drawn
Lances are raised
Muskets are loaded
The storm is coming
Mutilation and starvation
The cannons roar
Thirty years of war
Purgatory's just the beginning
There's more to come
No one will be spared
All will succumb
The fury of the battle
Lunatic and deranged
Fire and chaos and plague
Everything is estranged
Swords are drawn
Lances are raised
Muskets are loaded
The storm is coming
Mutilation and starvation
The cannons roar
Thirty years of war
This conflict is crazy and brutal
Barbaric, psychotic
The few that will survive
Will live on haunted and tragic
This conflict is crazy and brutal
Barbaric, psychotic
The few that will survive
Will live on haunted and tragic
This conflict is crazy and brutal
Barbaric, psychotic
The few that will survive
Will live on haunted and tragic
Death sits on his throne
Gloating while he chuckles
Generations tormented
By thirty years of struggles