Album: Wigand

Wapen

They raise their fists
into the sky
Many didn't suffice
to bring the death to some of
them
They prayed to gods
they died with pride
Some of them sufficed
to bring the death to all
Their swords drilled
into their skull
The blades were hungry
and now have to be sharpened
and freed from strange blood
which is precious
for the clairvoyance
The barbarians prepare
to leave now
to get closer