Darkness flees the rising sun    The village lies ahead    It will wake to a new day soon    Soon they'll all be dead       We came in cover of moonless night    Fifty men at arms    Now at first morning light    The church bell sounds the alarm       Sacrifice to Gods of old    Bleed them of their lives    Fresh blood on our swords    Gods of war arise    Sacrifice to Gods of old    Bleed them of their lives    Fresh blood on our swords    Gods of war arise       Hear the tortured screams    Shattering the air    They awake from soothing dreams    Into their worst nightmare       Fire sweeps their homes    They feel the dragon's breath    Consuming and destructive flames    Agonising death       Some seek shelter in the church    A refuge for those with faith    But we know how to smoke them out    A pyre will be raised       But those who choose to stand and fight    Will die with dignity    For the unfortunate few who survive    Waits a life in slavery       The day draws to an end    The night comes dark and cold    We return to our ships    With silver, slaves and gold       We gave them agony    As they fell and die    The Gods have granted victory    For our sacrifice       Solo: Mikkonen