Kingdom Of Joyless Bliss

Flock of vultures
Feast at the scorched field
Everyone is welcomed
To this kingdom of joyless bliss
Swords and spikes
With human skulls at top
Smell of death is all around
Let the bodies rot in peace

Armored legions will collide
Deadly toys in leaders hands
Crave of gore dissolves their minds
Carry out any madman's commands

Swords of shining steel
Inspire the berserker's rage
Armour of the mortals
Painted in crimson stains
Ride of the mighty hordes
Loud as a hammer of Thor
Harvest of human skulls
On the fields of doom

Blow the horn
And mayhem will prevail
Crystallized fury
Fills the air above this place
Screams of pain
Are drown in roar of triumph
Nothern wind will bring away
The stench of thousands dead

Born to cut each other's throat
Men with iron faith
Bravest warriors ride
Towards their certain death

Blood upon the armour
Looks like best reward
Crusaders brings their justice
On the blade of sword

Terrifying battle madness
Brings the pointless death
Rage has to find its way out
Unless it burst
And burn all around
War
Is a game of powerlords
Testifying their faith