The Crown - Howling at the Warfield

Chaos is coming, the age of end is prominent
How will you take your leave when souls are gathered in the fire?
Answer my call as the bombs entangle all my sanity
Blooddrunk, attack with hate in trench beyond trench

World oh so blissful, the eyes of deceit are bleeding
A View of grace, the mirrors joker standing tall
Solitary elderly power of blackened doom
All hells visionarian on a throne in bloom

Dirt is flooding his way
Blood boils in his crooked heart
Venom is spreading fast
The judges gavel hitting hard
Shields of massive iron
Protector of the old ways
Ravenous conquest
Megalomaniac disorder burns bright

We are all dancing with the dead
Howling at the Warfield
Bloodmoon Calling
Stranger killing stranger
True wild turned loose
The burning of mankind
We are all dancing with the dead
Howling at the Warfield
Bloodmoon reaping
Stranger killing stranger
True wild turned loose
The burning of all

The horizon of peace drifting further away
As the wolf entertaining the lambs to the slaughter
Sickening phase of the burning of earth
Yeah, the almighty lunacy banging on your door

Beaten and broken and mangled to pieces
Still brothers march on at the high of believing
Rising, revolting, they light up the fire
The dead men are walking raising swords on Goliath

We are all dancing with the dead
Howling at the Warfield
Bloodmoon Calling
Stranger killing stranger
True wild turned loose
The burning of mankind
Wasting lives for nothing
Rotting minds of misery
Bloodmoon reaping
Brother killing brother
True wild ripping flesh
The burning of all