darkness flees the rising sun
the village lies ahead
it will awake 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 above
free them of their lives
fresh blood on our swords
gods of war arise!
hear the tyrant 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 survived
waits a life in slavery
the day draws to a 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 died
the gods have granted victory
for our sacrifice
