Sons of War
Folklord Lyrics

Under the Sunset, flows the blood on your sword!
As the sun sets, you have spilled blood with your sword.

Put away your armor, take hold of your soul, impale your enemies
Now that the battle is done, put away your armor and confront the consequences of what you've done. Stand firm against your enemies and take control of your soul.

Groans and screams, cries of death, agony and ecstasy
The aftermath of the battle echoes with the pained cries of the wounded and dying, both from your side and your enemies'. The mix of agony and ecstasy of the victors is thick in the air.

Women and children counting the bodies, victims of war
The true victims of your actions are the families and loved ones who must take stock of the bodies left behind after the battle.

Clean your sword, red is the blood spilled in Hell
Clean your sword, wash away the blood of the fallen. The blood of war will always stain your soul, for the price of violence is eternal damnation.

Go ahead, this is your way, your last steps
Forge ahead, your actions have sealed your fate. Your future is set in stone and your last steps lead towards retribution.

Dive deep, die in this river of tears and blood
Accept your consequences and allow yourself to drown in the tears and blood that your actions have created.

Your soul now has another master, handing it over
The soul you once had is no longer yours to claim. Its new master is the embodiment of destruction and chaos.

The new father live in flames, no god - only Satan
Your new master, Satan, lives in flames and reigns over the chaos of hell. No god can help you now.

In Hell lives your soul rests, paying your sins!
Your soul will find no peace in Hell, but eternal torment as payment for the sins you have committed in life.

Innocents crying,
Those who cried out for help during the battle were often innocent, caught in the crossfire.

Feel the pain
The pain that you have inflicted is both physical and emotional. It lingers on long after the battle ends.

Pain and death
War brings pain and death to all involved. There is no escaping the aftermath.

Your sword
Your sword is the tool through which you have caused so much pain and death. It is a symbol of destruction.

Remove the souls
In killing your enemies, you have removed their souls from their bodies. You have robbed them of their lives and futures.

Of sons of war!
The victims of your actions are the children, the young men who could have lived long and prosperous lives, but whose lives were cut short by war.

Bastards, warriors, walking
You are a bastard and a warrior, walking towards your inevitable fate. You cannot escape the consequences of your actions.

To condemnation
Your actions have earned you eternal damnation. You will never find true peace or happiness again.

No swords, no armors, no life
There is no use for swords or armor in Hell. You will be left with nothing, no earthly possessions or pleasures. Only pain and torment await you.

Until the eternity!
Your punishment is eternal. Your sins can never be forgiven or forgotten.

False and christians pray
Those who pray to false gods or cling to Christianity will find no mercy or salvation in Hell. You are beyond redemption.

To Hell you will go!
Your fate is sealed. You will go to Hell, where you will be tormented for all eternity.

Clean your sword, red is the blood spilled in Hell
You can try to wash away the blood of war, but it will always remain. The red of the blood spilled in Hell will always stain your soul.