Massacre Lyrics - Under The Sign Of The Black Mark - Bathory

Down the vast hills in morning mist cold 

Into the peaceful deep valley below 

Twothousand stallions foaming with hate 

Carrying their masters towards their fate 

Into the battle they ride 

Twothousand men too young to die 

Massacre... 

Coming from each side prepared for attack 

Covered in dustclouds 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 bloodred 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...