Darkness flees the rising sun
The village lies ahead
It will wake to a new day soon
Soon they'll all be deadWe came in cover of moonless night
Fifty men at arms
Now at first morning light
The church bell sounds the alarmSacrifice to Gods of old
Bleed them of their lives
Fresh blood on our swords
Gods of war ariseSacrifice to Gods of old
Bleed them of their lives
Fresh blood on our swords
Gods of war ariseHear the tortured screams
Shattering the air
They awake from soothing dreams
Into their worst nightmareFire sweeps their homes
They feel the dragon's breath
Consuming and destructive flames
Agonizing deathSome seek shelter in the church
A refuge for those with faith
But we know how to smoke them out
A pyre will be raisedBut those who choose to stand and fight
Will die with dignity
For the unfortunate few who survived
Waits a life in slaveryThe day draws to a end
The night comes dark and cold
We return to our ships
With silver, slaves and goldWe gave them agony
As they fell and died
The Gods have granted victory
For our sacrificeThe day draws to a end
The night comes dark and cold
We return to our ships
With silver, slaves and goldWe gave them agony
As they fell and died
The Gods have granted victory
For our sacrifice