Song about a seige.
They are running out of supplies,amongst thier godly statues the enemy has flung rotting carcasses and behives over the walls.
The creture from the fire has spawn and come to the city by the water.
They pray for the red horse of war to end thier plight and lay the horde low as well.
The people of the countryside flee to the gates as the missles rain.
They have prisoners who are firm of death and rank who will be delivered aloft to show thier resolve.
The sorcery of the Holy man has brought god's wrath,he shall be tortured.
Song about a seige. They are running out of supplies,amongst thier godly statues the enemy has flung rotting carcasses and behives over the walls.
The creture from the fire has spawn and come to the city by the water.
They pray for the red horse of war to end thier plight and lay the horde low as well. The people of the countryside flee to the gates as the missles rain.
They have prisoners who are firm of death and rank who will be delivered aloft to show thier resolve.
The sorcery of the Holy man has brought god's wrath,he shall be tortured.