Battle Song
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The arrows whizz
Swords and spears are sparkling in the air
Pugnacious yells of rage in boundless hate
Black lansquenets are determined to win or die
Beating and stabbing and strangling and crushing
And slitting the throats
Smashing the faces, impaling the bodies,
Dismembering the foe
Beating and stabbing and strangling and crushing
And slitting the throats.
Red coloured landscape, district of war
Covered with mangled corpse in knee-deep pools of blood.
The horns are blown, the black troops mass
To start one more attack and settle their conquest
The crossbows fizz.
Horses are neighing all around
Pugnacious yells of rage in boundless hate
Black lansquenets are determined to win or die
Red coloured landscape, district of war
Covered with mangled corpse in knee-deep pools of blood
The horns are blown, the black troops mass
To start one more attack and settle their conquest
Beating and stabbing and strangling and crushing
And slitting the throats
The weapons clash
Morning stars are swirling in the air
Pugnacious yells of rage in boundless hate
Black lansquenets are determined to win or die
Beating and stabbing and strangling and crushing
And slitting the throats
Smashing the faces, impaling the bodies,
Dismembering the foe
The maces hit the faces.
Harnesses - cold steel - are gleaming red.
Pugnacious yells of rage in boundless hate
Black lansquenets are determined to win or die
Beating and stabbing and strangling and crushing
And slitting the throats
Red coloured landscape - district of war
Covered with mangled corpse in knee-deep pools of blood
The horns are blown, the black troops mass again
Now they know the battle's victory belongs to them