Onward we march
Into the battle
The clash of swords ring out as you
You face the end
The end of the line
This is the end
Of the line
Fighting to survive it's hopeless
Just let death
Take you under
Take you under to the place
The place where your ancestral roots
Began!
The stab wound's deep
Within the chest
The gasp of air
The choking on blood
These are the last
The last things you'll feel!
You have met a fitting end!
Fighting to survive it's hopeless
Just let death
Take you under
Take you under to the place
The place where your ancestral roots
Began!
Ancestral roots began!
Empty voices call out for help
From the
Depths of Hell!
