Glory to My Enemy - Crawling Chaos

Raze the fortress to the ground

Its walls can stand no more

When the head is amputated

The body soon dies

He stood before me

Death was in the air

He knew he couldn’t win

He knew he was to die

No one shall touch his body

Or you will suffer my wrath

He died with pride on the field

Bestow him the utmost honor

Thus he died…

The toll of the iron in his ears

Our embroidered standard as a shroud

Slowly fills the heaven

Don’t ravage his corpse

He died as he would

To the victor the spoil

To the vanquished the relief

No one shall touch his body

Or you will suffer my wrath

He died with pride on the field

Bestow him the utmost honor

Glory to my enemy

Glory to the dead

Our rampage keep going

Glory to the dead

Glory to my enemy

Glory to the dead

His dream has died