Once in these misty fields. The blood changed the colours of green
The swords of the creed were moaning in mortal beings.

They purified the land even if it was created by their God's hand
As the believed

The spirit against the soul
The battle for God above
Under the purple clouds the blood red ground

Small group of warriors in the edge of field and threes
They are waiting the battle to come in still darkening night

The soldiers lie in blood under the sun
The sun they'll never see again
Their souls have been blessed and send to the gates -
To the gates that they never believed in.

When the sun rises in the South
The first ones fall to the ground
Blood bleeds in the battlefield
Blood of the false believe.

When the sun rises in the South
The first ones fall to the ground
Blood bleeds in the battlefield
Blood of the false believe.