Showdown, The

Epic: A Chorus Of Obliteration
Silent, grimly faced we march them down Calls from above, behind these walls the cowards hide This city, this land, a promise we have come to claim Stretched for miles through barren land to conquer Jericho Loose your voice and split the sky Draw your swords the hour is nigh We sing as one tonight, we sing as one We march to war, clothed in dust and fear we ride Host of the Lord about us on our every side The fruits of this land, a promise we have come to claim We sing as one the trumpets sound your walls of dust Now meet the ground Aus Songtexte Mania