When blood covers your eyes

When death dances around you

Your laugh in her face with despise

Because the time for your death has yet not come

In the sea of blood, and storm of fire

The choirs of the dying spread melodies

Of death and destruction

The wings of death have covered the Earth

Strike at the enemy where he least expects it

Flood his hope in a hole of tears

Poisoned arrows will reach their hearts

No more love, neither mercy

The red Sun has hidden herself

Their fear born from our hate

Kindles fire and ash

The dance upon the battlefield

And their screams terrify and freeze hearts

Praise my sword from the red mud

I clench my fists and deliver pain

I still live on, and laugh in deaths face

Because nobody will take me alive

Frantic horses upon the red field

And the shattered swords wound their hoofs

The wages of war raise the wails, because the

Spill blood has called upon them today

I still live on, and against the darkness I raise my sword

Ash mixes with blood, and the blood on the field darkens

On the battlefield, in the sea of blood

The wails of the dying become the anthem of death

The eternal war absorbs all that surrounds it

The Gods of death and destruction gather

Their blood harvest

When the anthem, drowned by the sea of blood, will sound

We will tread on your enemy's standards

And the dead horses of Yahweh will become food for the rodents