Arms Of Fire

Wicked souls of slaughtered man
Now rising back again
Covered with never vanishing fire
Mortal fear they´re spreading
Where the army is marching in
Fire burning in the night
even in their dead eyes

Silent they appear
Out of the underworld
Cutting every throat
Dying in agony

Gwendar the best smith survived
Hes building up a cage
Formed with unbreakabel iron
An ambush is quickly invented
A soldier of death is caught
This hostage enforce the arms to cease
and lead them into slavery

Wicked souls of slaughtered man
Now rising back again
Covered with never vanishing fire
Mortal fear they´re spreading
Where the army is marching in
Fire burning in the night
even in their dead eyes

Silent they appear
Out of the underworld
Cutting every throat
Dying in agony