nWhen blood covers your eyesnWhen death dances around younYour laugh in her face with despisenBecause the time for your death has yet not comenIn the sea of blood, and storm of firenThe choirs of the dying spread melodiesnOf death and destructionnThe wings of death have covered the EarthnStrike at the enemy where he least expects itnFlood his hope in a hole of tearsnPoisoned arrows will reach their heartsnNo more love, neither mercynThe red Sun has hidden herselfnTheir fear born from our hatenKindles fire and ashnThe dance upon the battlefieldnAnd their screams terrify and freeze heartsnPraise my sword from the red mudnI clench my fists and deliver painnI still live on, and laugh in deaths facenBecause nobody will take me alivenFrantic horses upon the red fieldnAnd the shattered swords wound their hoofsnThe wages of war raise the wails, because thenSpill blood has called upon them todaynI still live on, and against the darkness I raise my swordnAsh mixes with blood, and the blood on the field darkensnOn the battlefield, in the sea of bloodnThe wails of the dying become the anthem of deathnThe eternal war absorbs all that surrounds itnThe Gods of death and destruction gathernTheir blood harvestnWhen the anthem, drowned by the sea of blood, will soundnWe will tread on your enemy's standardsnAnd the dead horses of Yahweh will become food for the rodents