Incursed - Our Most Glorious Night

Fury of the gods
Becoming a storm
They think our end approaches
But they are wrong

In a massive way
The enemies come
But we all are strong
Our arms are like stone

The sun goes down and the moon is hidden
Behind the dust made by our soldiers
Walls are stained because of blood spatters
We shout in rage but pain makes them cry louder

This is our most glorious night!
Enemy hordes have fallen! All of those who have arrived
Will be decimated by our axes!

And tonight we will feast and drink blood
In handmade cups carved out in your skulls
Your corpses will feed the fire to cook our food
And then we will dance around you!

And tonight we will feast, and drink blood
In handmade cups carved out in your skulls
Your corpses will feed the fire to cook our food
And then we will dance around you!

This is our most glorious night!
Enemy hordes have fallen!
All of those who have arrived
Will be decimated by our axes!