The scent of blood, bitter sweet
Rose whence the soldiers met their defeat
Once they lay there on the red plains of war
For many a sight worthy to abhor
The men that pledged their duty fair
Fell all inevitable to the Shadow´s snare
Buried in dark tombs they were
Never more to salute there good Sir
Now they sing, their song unfulfilled
Where their bodies lie, ever chilled
The worms then came, the worms then ate
Digested their remains, until their sate
Bones bare lie now in hollow dark
Where the Shadow placed it´s mark
Here the dead walk under His cede
Pray their spirits never be freed
