Disinter - Woven With Pestilence And War lyrics

The black army, impaling all who stand

no mercy, strike hard with sword in hand

Charging hard, leading the advance

Run them down, opposition has no chance

Hold high our flag, the flag of hate

Woven with pestilence and war

Carried to all lands on our hate campaign

we black the sky, the power so immense

Charging hard, leading the advance

Run them down, opposition has no chance

Village left in ruins, smoldering decay

Bodies lie in mud as the stench begins to rise

Victory is ours with war gods by our side

Our sights upon the next, to the north we ride.

Charging hard, leading the advance

Run them down, opposition has no chance