Witchkiller - Day of the Saxons

Invaders cross our borders, riding hard on steeds of fury
Bent on destruction laying waste to all within their path
Warriors of Saxony are on the hunt again
The howling of these wardogs rings across the plains

Day of the Saxons, the day when blood will flow like wine
Day of the Saxons, our warriors in armor one more time

Burning down our vallages, killing like machines
Axes swung with a vengeance, they die without a scream
Slicing through the nation like the rising of the dead
Tired of domination we will fight to the end

Who are these bearded madmen who are trying to slay my tribe
The bloodlust of the battlefield is blazing in their eyes
Total devastation, emerging through the haze
Forging iron order in a molten metal daze

Day of the Saxons, the day when blood will flow like wine
Day of the Saxons, our warriors in armor one more time

Invaders cross our borders, riding hard on steeds of fury
Bent on destruction laying waste to all within their path
Slicing through the nation like the rising of the dead
Tired of domination we fight to the end

Day of the Saxons, the day when blood will flow like wine
Day of the Saxons, our warriors in armor one more time
Day of the Saxons, the day when blood will flow like wine
Day of the Saxons, our warriors in armor one more time.