Across Thornfields

Into the battle of hate Blood on my sword touch the ground Across the thornfields to the caves Bloodstained walls coat the stone Screams of anguish I'm in pain Lost souls dwell in the grave Untouched for centries in damnation Walk unto thee the rising dead My journey will never end Into the balttle i will ride Riding the skies of poisoned death Unto me grant me my wish Across the thornfields a land of hate Gorse covered trees of fern and wattle trying to escape The cold moon does freeze my face Forever possessed by the ancient one To pass all knowledge down by hand To reap the harvest of many man Misanthrope being the cause of isolation Back stabbing slaughter from my bloody ruins Solitude eternal I strive to survive Diseased man thus walk this sacred ground With black death's hand shall cut their throats Upon the altar of rapacious blood Repeat verses 4 & 5