Träskkungen

We've been marching For days on end Wading and trudging Through filth-ridden marsh So many lost Face down in the muck Betrayers and murderers Scions of the false idol Cultists of the mud faith abominable The royal hand Weaves the cruellest fate There can be no rest Under wasteland rites Cheating the soul Searching for endless life Rotting inside Confined to infernal swamp The banners wave For a cause forgotten Lifeblood wasted From a memory of hate There is no honour As the calendar counts down Betrayers and murderers Scions of the false idol Cultists of the mud Faith abominable The royal hand Weaves the cruellest fate There can be no rest Under wasteland rites Cheating the soul Searching for endless life Rotting inside Confined to infernal swamp