Lyrics:

Standing on the field,
thousand men at arms.
Hoping to inflict,
a shitload of harm.

Rotten flesh, dried up meat,
he will do the devils deed.
Ready to attack with force,
show the fuckers no remorse...

As the opposing soldiers march forward.
feeling secure of their coming victory.
Appearing from the ground,
are thousands of minions.
And they feel the ground shake,

Dragons they ride,
back from the dead.
Turn of the tides,
you'll loose your head.

Rotten flesh, dried up meat,
he will do the devils deed.
Ready to attack with force,
show the fuckers no remorse...

The undead hero is ready for war.
Commands his minions to attack.
Like ants swarming the battlefield.
Your fear reflected in my blade.

Dragons they ride,
back from the dead.
Turn of the tides,
you'll loose your head.

Rotten flesh, dried up meat,
he will do the devils deed.
Ready to attack with force,
show the fuckers no remorse...

Turn of the Tides!

Flee the field, save yourself,
surrender while you can.
begging fall for rotten ears,
the end of your clan.

The end of time...