Macabre Omen - We Won with War Lyrics


The sacrifice is set to the honour of the Gods.

All shields and swords prepared to figh twith no remorse.

A sharp sound of a horn just sometime after dawn,

indicates the power and the braveness that was born.

Two thousand years have passed and five hundred more have gone,

from the time We Won With War the battle of Marathon.

Blood, Fire, Death!

Victory is Hailed!

Barbarians that trepass the ancient Hellenic lands,

died in fierceful battles from our own bloodied hands.

The Past, the Present, the Future is ours.

Your cults, your Gods and souls we'll devour.

Two thousand years have passed and five hundred more have gone...

We Won With War

After battle, they raised swords straight through the air

and praised the almighty Gods for being there.

I sat on my spirit horse and thought of the day,

my soul shall resurrect and fight with them again.