Folkearth
Folkearth - The Crimson Wine Of Battle lyrics
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Pallid dawn arrives Sets a sickly sun alight As we march in line 'Ere we embrace the fight! Caught in our shields the light Flashes a death's head white The enemy yonder is a shiver With the cruel spell of fear! A bitter taste's on my tongue A blackness pounds in my heart: Revenge! Wrought by sword, axe and spear Steeped in the havoc that is to come: Revenge! A bitter taste's on my tongue A blackness pounds in my heart: Revenge! Wrought by sword, axe and spear Steeped in the havoc that is to come: Revenge! And when I vest my flashing sword And my hand on judgment takes hold, Warlord in the brooding sky above Count me among thy heroes of old! "Battle-frenzy serves the brave In skull-hewn cups of frothing red The crimson wine of battle, the drought Of immortality from the vineyards of war!" A bitter taste's on my tongue A blackness pounds in my heart: Revenge! Wrought by sword, axe and spear Steeped in the havoc that is to come: Revenge! And when I vest my flashing sword And my hand on judgment takes hold, Warlord in the brooding sky above Count me among thy heroes of old!