A silent group of people is moving through the snow
A unknown path is their way to go
With weapons in their hands an lust to kill in black eyes
they rais their voices and they´re ready to die

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Marching on Marching on
into a world so dead
Marching on Marching on
into Bloodshed
Marching on Marching on
into violence and death

They are running into field raised the swords in front the shild
They are slaughtering all their enemys which now see how is realety
Without regrets and without mercy walking over corpse coverd yards
There are no people anymore they are a midless breed of war

Ref.

Copyright by M.Liebl