War

I breathe in the stench of blood
My sword is up your throat
My shield's in shambles
My face is tainted red
I exist to kill

Yet far away
I see a flame of hope
Release us from our pain
Oh, Vinland
Release us from our pain

And while the north bleeds
The seasons simply keep passing by

Nothing will ever change
As long as our pain
is not carved into their flesh

This cycle will never end

Into the battle I rush
In a frenzy for death and plunder
Since when have I only seen red
When did I become a slave to carnage

Yet far away
I see a flame of hope
Release us from our pain
Oh, Vinland

Yet far away
I see a flame of hope
Release us from our pain
Oh, Vinland
Release us from our pain

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Writer(s): Ricardo Bonn Garcia