Through the Eyes of Carrion

All of man, march across the land,
weapons in hand, for a final stand
Upon the field, we fight we die,
with honor with pride, to the Gods we cry
Finally a war, worth fighting for, finally a war, worth dying for

Across the ravaged lands, the bodies fall
Reign of death, against the tide they stand tall
War to come, battle lost, battle won,
more to come, the horde come
Arrows fly; black the sun, death smiles, through the eyes of carrion
Black the sky, worst to come
Victory smiles, through the eyes of carrion

The funeral pyre is the world it is soon to burn
A good death is what we want, through battle, what we earn

Across the mountains, through the snow
The call was heard, the trumpets blown
No time to think, that time is past
The war has come, it will be our last
Finally a war, worth fighting for, finally a war, worth dying for

The funeral pyre is the world it is soon to burn
A good death is what we want through battle what we earn

It is not death that is to fear, it is dying without a cause without reason
Die for yourself in your name for your cause for your own reasons
Die with honor, die with pride, die with your comrades at your side
One last hurrah before the world burns,
Let it burn!

What is a warrior, without a war?
An empty shell, not a man anymore?
What are we living for?

Through the night, like wolves run
Stench of fear, like rot in the sun
Battle lost, a good death won,
We come, to end we come
A wave of flesh, with teeth bared
Heads held high, blank eyes stare
Waves of blood, drown all the lands
A new dawn rises, a new monument stands