Rotting Christ - The First Field of the Battle lyrics
[Rotting Christ - The First Field of the Battle lyrics]
Throw arrows in the high wall
A captive will survive free he will revive
From town to town in the distant sea
He'll bring an army of poor and miserable
An earthquake will happen
Thousands will be killed the big theatre
Filled with a crowd will be creaked
Fire in the east victory's feast
The hunting eagle has landed in the east
The sky is burning the slaves rebel
The king is dead a new age revealed
The space is empty the tyrants laid in earth
The slaves unlock the chains
The first field of the battle