Accursed Wound – The City That Fell

The war is done...
A buzzard's feast, a soldier's glum,
The oxen pulling hard to bring the bodies home.

A troll to find the wizardry
Untold that binds the rookeries
Those poor washed away by the flood
Those left are soiled in blood
In time the city that fell
Will be denied of misery
Each fiend will have it's hole
Where men once toiled in liveries

The trolls set fire to the region
The trolls set fire to rookeries
The trolls set fire to the kings men
The trolls set fire to the kingdom

Oh! Yah! Rragh! Oh! Boom Boom! Yah!

To fight, and battle high
An ode, an ode to die.

"We swore to fight for man
This country's sacred land"

Your demise is that we're already among you
Tucked in with the dead we grow behind your city walls

"We fear not, your darkened spells"

Those are words that a dead man tells.
Summon the Wyrm, to end them all!

Yah!

Take fast beyond the ruins
Beyond the broken sword
Each fiend now has it's hole
Amass the spoils of war
And soon the next great land
Will fall under this banner
Those that we've slain
Join our legion from the grave!