Smells like gore and blood. The wind’s caressing steel. The legions: all cut down. I put the host to flight. See these shattered weaklings crawling off the field, Wishing they had never faced The gory glory that is me?
I stand my ground, Will never surrender, Don’t care if the darkest darkness embraces my hall. In fact, I am the ground. Nothing under my feet other than the lacerated bodies of my enemies.
In the rising tide of battle, atop a snowbound ridge, In the blazing woods, or on the open field … In the rising tide of battle, under a starlit sky, On a windswept plain, or on the open sea with a storm closing in:
I stand my ground, Will never surrender, Don’t care if the darkest darkness embraces my hall. In fact, I am the ground. Nothing under my feet other than the desecrated bodies of my enemies.
I quench the fire, flatten mountains, Rip the wheel of time Off its hinges and let it pass off as a makeshift discus. I am the awesome, godlike hero. I am the awesome, godlike hero.
My sword stands tall, and when you kneel, I strike, godlike. I plunge my steel into your body; for glory! I moan with pleasure. The spraying blood Bringing peace to my mind. Yet I thirst for more. I plunge my steel into your body; for glory! My sword so tall, and when you kneel, I strike, godlike. I plunge my steel into your body; for glory!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
