Verse 1
Infertile land
knee deep in mud, we all stand
amidst the chaos, raid kingdoms
We kill off kings, sword in hand
Ruins that the rain whips
and hulls of once great, big ships
we have left in our wake
Bring forth apocalypse
Chorus
All is equal as prey
and what’s right decided with melee
We shall reap what others sow
It’s either hell above or a grave below
Verse 2
In pain we were born
and fierce was the firestorm
We’re bred by strife and woe
Turned to locust that swarm
We are the scourge
the hidden, primal urge
The force that defies rules
by which all is purged
Chorus
All is equal as prey
and what’s right decided with melee
We shall reap what others sow
It’s either hell above or a grave below
Bridge
Strife teaches us more than blind faith, thus we’ve chosen war
Cruel and twisted is he who spits on those not born as free
Chorus
All is equal as prey
and what’s right decided with melee
We shall reap what others sow
It’s either hell above or a grave below
