Red Fields

Black clouds cover the skies
There will be no dawn
No hope for the city of white
Fear fills the air.

Light the beacons deep in the mountains
The host of Riddermark will answer
Not for pride, not for gold
But for the sake of their world.

How did it come to this?
Who wants so much death and despair?
The hammer of the underworld strikes
Can they survive the night?

The sun starts to rise
The riders have arrived
To spill blood, to fight
On the red fields of despair.

Crush the enemy
This is the end of time
There's no escape
No one will survive.

The cursed have risen
To fulfill their oath
To cleanse the land
From the curse of the Black Hand.

Good men have fallen, making a stand
And now we have the upper hand
The flame of the west will burn
As the King takes command.

Crush the Enemy
This is the end of time
There's no escape
No one will survive.