Aeternus – There’s No Wine Like The Bloods 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