West Wall - The Hammer | Текст песни

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• West Wall
• The Hammer

Forged in fire, tempered in steel,
before his sword, you shall kneel.
His mace is bloodied, his standard stained,
with fists of iron, he will reign.

The shadow of death emerges upon the gallop of our hordes.
The shadow of death emerges upon the gallop of our hordes.

Hammer. Hammer. Hammer. Hammer.

Take the sword, follow my lead,
crush their lines, make them bleed.
Drive them to the sea, let them drown,
annihilate them and reclaim the crown.

The shadow of death emerges upon the gallop of our hordes.
The shadow of death emerges upon the gallop of our hordes.

Hammer. Hammer. Hammer. Hammer.

You will feel every ounce of my hatred.
Never shall you trudge upon the soils of this land.
Suffer you shall that of a thousands deaths.
I will see you driven back into your putrid sands.

Blood upon the soil, the buzzards feast,
a trail of corpses, marks their retreat.
They dared to tread, to enter the empire,
now they lie vanquished to perish in fire.

The shadow of death emerges upon the gallop of our hordes.
The shadow of death emerges upon the gallop of our hordes.

Hammer. Hammer.