When blood covers your eyes When death dances around you Your laugh in her face with despise Because the time for your death has yet not come In the sea of blood, and storm of fire The choirs of the dying spread melodies Of death and destruction The wings of death have covered the Earth Strike at the enemy where he least expects it Flood his hope in a hole of tears Poisoned arrows will reach their hearts No more love, neither mercy The red Sun has hidden herself Their fear born from our hate Kindles fire and ash The dance upon the battlefield And their screams terrify and freeze hearts Praise my sword from the red mud I clench my fists and deliver pain I still live on, and laugh in deaths face Because nobody will take me alive Frantic horses upon the red field And the shattered swords wound their hoofs The wages of war raise the wails, because the Spill blood has called upon them today I still live on, and against the darkness I raise my sword Ash mixes with blood, and the blood on the field darkens On the battlefield, in the sea of blood The wails of the dying become the anthem of death The eternal war absorbs all that surrounds it The Gods of death and destruction gather Their blood harvest When the anthem, drowned by the sea of blood, will sound We will tread on your enemy's standards And the dead horses of Yahweh will become food for the rodentsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
