Aspatra - Spoils of War
текст песни

Leading the blind through the valley of death
Lead them into the blackest hell
Rush the field. We draw their fire
Our hearts pumping blood to be spilled
In the trench a stabbing thrust
Our mass graves soon to be filled
Serving an empire maintained by fear
Conquering all nations, we plunder
The city burns over a sea of red and the children scream for their kin
Oil the guns and grease up the tanks
Let the battle for power begin

The vanity of ruin
The curse of violence
The writhing of its victims
Overthrown by fear of death
With his head held high he walks the line
Soldiers standing in rows. Standing proud
Reaping the spoils of war
Divide and conquer