There's No One Like You Lyrics

Aeternus
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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