When the iron dog is howling in the forests of the east
When summer is like winter and women are like men
When the woods are like a beggar's vest and the peasants dress like lords
When palaces are raised for soldiers - the great cleansing is near
When money turns to iron and our misery burns red
When two-hundred gulden can not buy a loaf of bread
When the heavy handed lord arrives and skins his folk alive
When laws are made which none obey - the great cleansing is near
The kodex tells of days to come - a winter without end
Who is left to tell our story as rose clouds of ash descend?
Fortress Europa falling - none left to defend
Enthroned in clouds and fire, ancient harbinger of the end
When presumption is on the rise and Christian creeds fades away
When the crucifix is torn from walls and banished to the graves
When the redcoats march the new roads - our front line the Danube
When pestilence is raging the great cleansing is at hand
The kodex tells of days to come - a winter without end
Who is left to tell our story as rose clouds of ash descend?
Fortress Europa falling - none left to defend
Enthroned in clouds and fire, ancient harbinger of the end
When summer is like winter and women are like men
When the woods are like a beggar's vest and the peasants dress like lords
When palaces are raised for soldiers - the great cleansing is near
When money turns to iron and our misery burns red
When two-hundred gulden can not buy a loaf of bread
When the heavy handed lord arrives and skins his folk alive
When laws are made which none obey - the great cleansing is near
The kodex tells of days to come - a winter without end
Who is left to tell our story as rose clouds of ash descend?
Fortress Europa falling - none left to defend
Enthroned in clouds and fire, ancient harbinger of the end
When presumption is on the rise and Christian creeds fades away
When the crucifix is torn from walls and banished to the graves
When the redcoats march the new roads - our front line the Danube
When pestilence is raging the great cleansing is at hand
The kodex tells of days to come - a winter without end
Who is left to tell our story as rose clouds of ash descend?
Fortress Europa falling - none left to defend
Enthroned in clouds and fire, ancient harbinger of the end