Träskkungen Songtext
von Bong Coffin

We′ve been marching
For days on end
Wading and trudging
Through filth-ridden marsh
So many lost
Face down in the muck
Betrayers and murderers
Scions of the false idol
Cultists of the mud
Faith abominable


The royal hand
Weaves the cruellest fate
There can be no rest
Under wasteland rites
Cheating the soul
Searching for endless life
Rotting inside
Confined to infernal swamp

The banners wave
For a cause forgotten
Lifeblood wasted
From a memory of hate
There is no honour
As the calendar counts down
Betrayers and murderers
Scions of the false idol
Cultists of the mud
Faith abominable


The royal hand
Weaves the cruellest fate
There can be no rest
Under wasteland rites
Cheating the soul
Searching for endless life
Rotting inside
Confined to infernal swamp