May the Hurt Be Felt by All Lyrics

by Llyr
Album: For Death's the Only Victor 
Under a blood red horizon,

Astride agitated steeds.

A field engulfed in fear,

Where most will never leave..

Winds blow ill tidings,

Into every heart that beats.

Faith lost in sharpened steel,

For most will never leave..

Small candles ‘cross the field,

Pyres as far as the eye can see.

The stench of burning flesh,

Of those who’ll never leave..

Most will never leave..