Lord Belial - Trumpets of Doom

Hear the call for war; let the trumpets of doom sound Choose your weapon, march towards the battleground Majestic hordes of boundless fury Striving for survival and prosperity Walking tall with pride and weapon in hand Among the enemy bodies on the ground Sound the trumpets of doom Never fall, never surrender No compassion shall be given Nor shall any sympathy be displayed Hold the heart of those succumbed by might Wreak havoc within the soul and mind of the enemies Chaos and fury, blooded ground and screams in the air This cold night has claimed the life of countless men Trample the earth, crushing the opposition with no pity Tedious opponent lacking both courage and spirit Hear the call for war; let the trumpets of doom sound Choose your weapon, march towards the battleground Never fall, never surrender No compassion shall be given Nor shall any sympathy be displayed Hold the heart of those succumbed by might Wreak havoc within the soul and mind of the enemies Sound the trumpets of doom