The Crimson Meadows

In the mist of the morning light's shadows
Triumphant, he stands battered and proud
In the dark of the morning light's shades
The meadow is red, and the fallen lies dead (dead)
Lies dead (dead)
Lies dead (dead)
Lies dead

Born on the fields, far and beyond
Raised by the ruler, like father, like son
His talents unfold, the future is war
Wherever he rides, nothing will grow

Tribal reunion (reunion), ready for wars (for wars)
Destroying the Earth as they move on

Masses are fleeing, ready to die
Again they will conquer, conquer them all

Tales of a menace, abandoned by god
Fierce is the wrath, and this is his land
Onto the gateways, kill and disarm
This is his nation, surrender and die

Time has moved on, and the legacy is faint (is faint)
But words from the past are written, are written in blood
Those who remember carry his words (his words)
His blood, they will bring, and this Earth, they will flood

The ground pulsates, as the horsemen attack (attack)
Nothing remains, infernal is their path
Onward to glory, forever he rides
The king of the masses, forever in pride



Credits
Writer(s): Tom Rune Andersen Andersen
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