Ravaged by the Horde

Ghastly sight for the survivors
A ravaged land covered with dismembered corpses Children, parents, brothers and friends
They're all lying in a huge pool of blood Disemboweled corpses
Crushed skulls
All bodies have been dreadfully maimed
Legs and arms are lying here and there
Severed heads strew the ground
A somptuous feast for the ravenous vermin
They well know who're the butchers
The victims have never had a chance to escape death
Frantic, insane, bloodthirsty murderers
The horde crossed their town and let only desolation mutilation
Among the corpses, a space has been made Where are stacked dozens of skulls
Each of them has been carefully filled
With the dead's eyes
A funeral pyre is slowly erected
Where are pilled up all the dead bodies
A noxious wind prevails in the grave
Til the cleansing fire devours the putrid flesh
In the distance, the land loses gradually its tranquillity
The air resounds with a continuous roaring
Howling of wolves, bawling of troopers
Yelling of trolls and war cry of the fighters
Growling of orks, snarling of warlords
The threatening voice of the teeming crowd
Thousands of warriors are hammering the ground In search of a new massacre
All their weapons are gleaming in the sun
Swords and battleaxes are waiting for blood
The steep is speeding up, a prey is in sight
A human village, a pleasant titbit I can smell their flesh,
I can hear their screams
Stab, knife, sever, kill and slay
Make spill the blood, feed the horde
Death to life
No one can stop us on the way of death
We're here to purge the land of human race Tortures and ruins is what we need
There's no day of grace in our war.
Onslaught is our way of living And extermination our dream