Rotting Christ - The First Field Of The Battle lyrics

the north strongest wind throw arrows in the high wall a captive will survive free he will revive from town to town in the distant sea he'll bring an army of poor and miserable an earthquake will happen thousands will be k**ed the big theatre filled with a crowd will be creaked fire in the east victory's feast the hunting eagle has landed in the east the sky is burning the slaves rebel the king is dead a new age revealed the space is empty the tyrants laid in earth the slaves unlock the chains the first field of the battle