Folklord - Sons Of War lyrics

Under the Sunset, flows the blood on your sword! Put away your armor, take hold of your soul, impale your enemies Groans and screams, cries of d**h, agony and ecstasy Women and children counting the bodies, victims of war Clean your sword, red is the blood spilled in Hell Go ahead, this is your way, your last steps Dive deep, die in this river of tears and blood Your soul now has another master, handing it over The new father live in flames, no god - only Satan Clean your sword, red is the blood spilled in Hell In Hell lives your soul rests, paying your sins! Innocents crying, Feel the pain Pain and d**h Your sword Remove the souls Of sons of war! ba*tards, warriors, walking To condemnation No swords, no armors, no life Until the eternity! False and christians pray To Hell you will go! Clean your sword, red is the blood spilled in Hell [Lyric by M?rcio Tadeu Silva (March 1998)]