Accursed Wound - The City That Fell Lyrics
The war is done…A buzzard’s feast, a soldier’s glum,The oxen pulling hard to bring the bodies home.A troll to find the wizardryUntold that binds the rookeriesThose poor washed away by the floodThose left are soiled in bloodIn time the city that fellWill be denied of miseryEach fiend will have its holeWhere men once toiled in liveriesThe trolls set fire to the regionThe trolls set fire to rookeriesThe trolls set fire to the kings menThe trolls set fire to the kingdomOh! Yah! Rragh! Oh! Boom Boom! Yah!To fight, and battle highAn ode, an ode to die.“We swore to fight for manThis country’s sacred land”Your demise is that we’re already among youTucked in with the dead we grow behind your city walls“We fear not, your darkened spells”Those are words that a dead man tells.Summon the Wyrm, to end them all!Yah!!Take fast beyond the ruinsBeyond the broken swordEach fiend now has its holeAmass the spoils of warAnd soon the next great landWill fall under this bannerThose that we’ve slainJoin our legion from the grave!