Heathens - Manntra

All seeing eye goes down

Into the night

Hold your own

Until the first light

We’re left behind in this battlefield

Stench of fear piercing through my shield

In front of you I will never kneel

Defying fate, it’s a wicked deal

No fear

Strike through the heart

No fear

Tear the flesh apart

No fear

Let the heathens be departed

War is a sacred art

Silence in the air

Hellbound on despair

Hold your own

Ascend to the throne

We’re left behind in this battlefield

Stench of fear piercing through my shield

In front of you I will never kneel

Defying fate, it’s a wicked deal

No fear

Strike through the heart

No fear

Tear the flesh apart

No fear

Let the heathens be departed

War is a sacred art

We’re left behind in this battlefield

Stench of fear piercing through my shield

In front of you I will never kneel

Defying fate, it’s a wicked deal

No fear

Strike through the heart

No fear

Tear the flesh apart

No fear

Let the heathens be departed

War is a sacred art