Battle Cry - Sacred Steel

Catch a fleeting glimpse

Then be on your way

Oh the End is near

If we choose to stay

This forsaken land

Torn by Grief and Strife

No it’s not worth

The value of your Life

The Smell of Death

Lingers everywhere

Bloodstained bodies

Scattered everywhere

In the distance

Thunder in the Sky

See the Sorrow

Hear the Battle Cry

Battle Cry

The Carnage races on

Well into the Night

As the Sun creeps up

We see the morning Light

On this Battlefield

The Tragedy of Dawn

Through the Crimson Tide

We still carry on