Letra There's no wine like the blood's crimson Aeternus

There's no wine like the blood's crimson

bloodred sky
bloodred fields
the sun in its last breath
providing the shadows of the trees
a moment to dance before death
still - their makers dance
in the cold breeze
that gives to 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 its kingdom it sees the most wonderful sights dead men - wounded worms the remains of a conquered land my slaughtery and victory
my hammer shall not yet rest
from the north i hear
hordes of young men
how unaware they are of their peoples

angel of death
their blood (hall 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 hatered 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 swords thirst drowns in blood
tears and begging for mercy
i laugh and kill
i am the god of war
i am ares