Darkness flees the rising sun

 The village lies ahead

 It will wake to a new day soon

 Soon they'll all be dead

 

We came in cover of moonless night

 Fifty men at arms

 Now at first morning light

 The church bell sounds the alarm

 

Sacrifice to Gods of old

 Bleed them of their lives

 Fresh blood on our swords

 Gods of war arise

 Sacrifice to Gods of old

 Bleed them of their lives

 Fresh blood on our swords

 Gods of war arise

 

Hear the tortured screams

 Shattering the air

 They awake from soothing dreams

 Into their worst nightmare

 

Fire sweeps their homes

 They feel the dragon's breath

 Consuming and destructive flames

 Agonising death

 

Some seek shelter in the church

 A refuge for those with faith

 But we know how to smoke them out

 A pyre will be raised

 

But those who choose to stand and fight

 Will die with dignity

 For the unfortunate few who survive

 Waits a life in slavery

 

The day draws to an end

 The night comes dark and cold

 We return to our ships

 With silver, slaves and gold

 

We gave them agony

 As they fell and die

 The Gods have granted victory

 For our sacrifice