Darkness flees the rising sun The village lies ahead It will wake to a new day soon Soon they'll all be dead
We came in cover of moonless night Fifty men at arms Now at first morning light The church bell sounds the alarm
Sacrifice to Gods of old Bleed them of their lives Fresh blood on our swords Gods of war arise Sacrifice to Gods of old Bleed them of their lives Fresh blood on our swords Gods of war arise
Hear the tortured screams Shattering the air They awake from soothing dreams Into their worst nightmare
Fire sweeps their homes They feel the dragon's breath Consuming and destructive flames Agonising death
Some seek shelter in the church A refuge for those with faith But we know how to smoke them out A pyre will be raised
But those who choose to stand and fight Will die with dignity For the unfortunate few who survive Waits a life in slavery
The day draws to an end The night comes dark and cold We return to our ships With silver, slaves and gold
We gave them agony As they fell and die The Gods have granted victory For our sacrifice
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