Bathory - Ma**acre lyrics

Down the vast hills in morning mist cold Into the peaceful deep valley below. Two thousand stallions foaming with hate Carrying their masters towards their fate Into the battle they ride Two thousand men too young to die. Ma**acre Coming from each side prepared for attack Covered in dust clouds now there is no turning back Once so peaceful valley echoes with cries Cascades of blood and brains as the midday sun rise Under a blood red sky None will live to face the night Ma**acre. Amidst the scattered limbs dead bodies finally comes to peace While the stench of blood grows strong in the mild midday breeze Circling the sky the vultures wait to play their part To descend of wings of d**h and feast from human hearts The battle is lost still someone always wins And now they descend on d**h's black wings Ma**acre (Ma**acre)