Grey dawn of day

the piercing war-cries fade away

the fate is sealed

life has left the battle-field



Once they were a mighty army

standing one for all

they fought for glory and for booty

They rode into a fall

Now the crows pick at their bodies

steel turns into rust

Flesh is stabbed

with spears and arrows

the flag turns into dust



Lost Legions, blind and heartless

They devastate the land

Lost Legions, don't know mercy

army of the damned



Their flesh is gone

but their spirit's living on

you can be sure

they're the guardians of the war

They're a part of every bloodstain

of the smoke and steam

their laughter's sounding like the

woundes warrior's scream

everywhere a soldier's dying

they've released the beast

anytime an angel's crying

they celebrate a feast



Lost Legions....