Текст песни AETERNUS - There's No Wine Like The Bloods Crimson
AETERNUS - There's No Wine Like The Bloods Crimson слова песни
Текст песни AETERNUS - There's No Wine Like The Bloods Crimson
loodred skyBloodred fieldsThe sun in its last breathProviding the shadows of the treesA moment to dance before deathStill - Their makers danceIn the cold breeze( )That gives to me the stenchOf blood not yet coldAnd torn dead fleshI raise my hammer of warTo call my vultureUp high it flues from the fieldsFrom its kingdom it seesThe most wonderful sightsDead men - Wounded wormsThe remains of a conquered landMy slaughtery and victoryMy hammer shall not yet restFrom the north I hearHordes of young menHow unaware they are of their peoplesAngel of deathTheir blood shall paint my armourAs I slay them all brutallyDown the hill they rideI greet them with my warcryAs I slam my hammer into the grownCome to me mortals