Guided by the siege's grace, sent you to heaven's gates

When the flail hits your skull, see the fear of God on your face

Soldiers dropping like flies, disease and famine

Be it black plague, or leprosy, eternal damnation

Whole battalions are sick, frail and flailing from the pain

When the flail knocks your skull, blunt force exposes brain

Your whole cavalry is dead, when we're hungry we eat horse

Push my claymore through your torso with endless force

Bloodshed in the battlefield, the arrows blot the sky

Wailing mothers mourn their sons as countless others die

Rusted nail is bound to fail, take an arrow in the eye

The bascinet will nail your neck and end your life tonight

The stench of burning flesh, terrorized and filled with dread

I will wheel my cart through the battlefield, bring out your dead

I recite the word of God as I pick up severed heads

The brook that runs west of the village was once clear, now runs red

I then survey the land, all I see is death

Pestilence and sorrow expressed with every breath

I shed a single tear for those who died in vain

Who left their families alone in suffering and pain

Now all that's left are the barren fields of waste

Unfertile soil and mud as thick as paste

This endless war will leave the earth scarred

No crops will grow, my family will starve