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