Aeternus - There's No Wine Like The Bloods Crimson скачать mp3

Bloodred sky Bloodred fields The sun in it's last breath Providing the shadows of the trees A moment to dance before death Still - their makers dance In the cold breeze That gives me the stench Of blood not yet cold And torn dead flesh I raise my hammer of war To call my vulture Up high it flies from the fields From it's kingdom it sees The most wonderful sights Dead men - wounded worms The remains of a conquered land My slaughters and victory My hammer shall not yet rest From the north I hear Hordes of young men How unaware they are of their people's Angel of death Their blood shall paint my armour As I slay them all brutally Down the hill they ride I greet them with my war cry As I slam my hammer into the ground Come to me mortals My wary hatred engraves Fear in their faces as they see their death I am war, I am death My hammer crushes skulls and bones Screams of fear My sword thirst drowns in blood Tears and begging for mercy I laugh and kill I am the god of war I am Ares