In this cold aftermath Where the blood has dried at last Soldiers lay scattered around In the fields of death, a fading sound They came to die They came to die They came to die A shameful march without a sound With weapons pointed at the ground They came out of the mist So it all came down to this Now approaching our lines Heavens cry, their souls have died Christ is dead or so it seems Death before loyalty They came to die They came to die They came to die In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti Death before loyalty They came to die They came to die They came to die In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus They came to die
In this cold aftermath Where the blood has dried at last Soldiers lay scattered around In the fields of death, a fading sound They came to die They came to die They came to die A shameful march without a sound With weapons pointed at the ground They came out of the mist So it all came down to this Now approaching our lines Heavens cry, their souls have died Christ is dead or so it seems Death before loyalty They came to die They came to die They came to die In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti Death before loyalty They came to die They came to die They came to die In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus They came to die
