The First Field of the Battle

The north strongest wind Throw arrows in the high wall A captive will survive Free he will revive From town to town In the distant sea He'll bring an army Of poor and miserable An earthquake will happen Thousands will be killed The big theatre Filled with a crowd Will be creaked Fire in the east Victory's feast The hunting eagle Has landed in the east The sky is burning The slaves rebel The king is dead A new age revealed The space is empty The tyrants laid in earth The slaves unlock the chains The first field of the battle --- The First Field of the Battle - Rotting Christ