Fear of God

Guided by the siege's grace, sent you to heaven's gates When the flail hits your skull, see the fear of God on your face Soldiers dropping like flies, disease and famine Be it black plague, or leprosy, eternal damnation Whole battalions are sick, frail and flailing from the pain When the flail knocks your skull, blunt force exposes brain Your whole cavalry is dead, when we're hungry we eat horse Push my claymore through your torso with endless force Bloodshed in the battlefield, the arrows blot the sky Wailing mothers mourn their sons as countless others die Rusted nail is bound to fail, take an arrow in the eye The bascinet will nail your neck and end your life tonight The stench of burning flesh, terrorized and filled with dread I will wheel my cart through the battlefield, bring out your dead I recite the word of God as I pick up severed heads The brook that runs west of the village was once clear, now runs red I then survey the land, all I see is death Pestilence and sorrow expressed with every breath I shed a single tear for those who died in vain Who left their families alone in suffering and pain Now all that's left are the barren fields of waste Unfertile soil and mud as thick as paste This endless war will leave the earth scarred No crops will grow, my family will starve