Caffas Rain - Impending Death

Clattering hooves rip up the steppe
You hear their cries they want their wrath
From the walls you see the signs
Golden banners and flags arise

Dank smells will rise
Your nostrills wide it burns your eyes
Oder of pest
Your time has come you will face death

They attack with all their might
The walls will hold we'll win the fight
Defending man and structure
From the smell of pestilence

But then again the smell returns
Warriors dead their corpses flung

When the skies are clear from disease
We're marching over them with ease
Watch them crawl in demise
Blood is gushing from their white eyes

You can't save yourself or anyone
From the wrath of the horde

Dank smells will rise
Your nostrills wide it burns your eyes
Oder of pest
Even their corpses bring certain death