MEDIEVAL  BLOOD

Encrusted behind cold walls

Protecting the old dinasty

The superb king is just waiting

The barbarian hord kick his balls

Archeries on their posts

Boiling oil ready for  the shower

Blood will spread across the floor

All in the name of their Gods

 

The war is not over

And it never will be

While tyrants rules the world

Peace is not for free

 

The death zone is done

Dead bodies is a fact

The king drinks a red wine

Blood´s colour of the servants

Na axe drips the death

A lost dog for the supper

Thousand warriors are all beneath

Surrounding thirsty of revenge