Bathory - Massacre lyrics

[Bathory - Massacre lyrics]

Down the vast hills in morning mist cold
Into the peaceful deep valley below
Two thousand stallions foaming with hate
Carrying their masters towards their fate
Into the battle they ride
Two thousand men too young to die massacre

Coming from each side prepared for attack
Covered in dust clouds now there
Is no turning back
Once so peaceful valley echoes with cries
Cascades of blood and brains as
The midday sun rise under a blood red sky
None will live to face the night massacre

Amidst the scattered limbs dead bodies
Finally comes to peace
While the stench of blood grows strong
In the mild midday breeze
Circling the sky the vultures wait
To play their part


To descend of wings of death
And feast from human hearts
The battle is lost still someone always wins
And now they descend on death's black wings
Massacre

Massacre

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