Field of Terror - Purtenance

Field of terror filled with corpses.

Corpses of ancient enemies

They have fought now for centuries.

Field of terror filled with corpses

Smell of rotten flesh and blood.

Fills the air with toxic fumes

Field is full of bones and skulls.

Lost souls wander there forgotten

Blood and guts everywhere.

Screams of the dying

Moaning of the wounded.

Echoes in the air

Black clouds block the night.

Sulfur rain burns the remains

Dark angels in the sky.

Sing the song of the end

Brainwashed soldiers keep on marching

To the battle that will never end

Fathers and sons keep on fighting

In the battle that will never end

Blood and guts everywhere.

Screams of the dying

Moaning of the wounded.

Echoes in the air

Dark clouds block the light.

Sulfur rain burns the remains

Black angels in the sky.

Sing the song of the end