A book of life written in blood
|
In the hands of the creator of the world of war
|
Over the current winter, the dying can cope
|
Even wounded, calling wolves
|
And the sword does not heal the wounds of the forests
|
Blood written in this way is not decided
|
Listen to the screams echo
|
On the opposite shore in the morning is not expected
|
Clay from the earth, ashes from the sky
|
Fire victims of scorched earth
|
Waves from the sea, drops from the sky
|
I will calm the spirits
|
No one has looked at us in ages
|
There is a whip torn through the clouds
|
Rats run on the deck of the world
|
The resentment catches the eye
|
When the shadow of the east falls from the west
|
And the polluted mind seeks glory
|
The one born of ice has been driven into the fire
|
The perpetrators of the fire drowned in black
|
No one says you see it coming
|
No one will say if you are afraid
|
Shred the axes into the rocks
|
Hang your head, your knees weak
|
Deep flesh your skin class
|
In your shame, your child will sacrifice
|
Human will like iron unbending
|
Hangs his head miserable created flawless
|
It fears, but dies fighting
|
On behalf of the gods themselves do not know
|
Waiting for the winner is a must
|
To be able to throw his words in the wind
|
The mountains rarely move
|
They are not moved by the strongest alone
|
Only for a moment will your flame erupt
|
Behold, it quietly fades away, the ashes of the earth adorn it
|
The depth of the cold last glow is suppressed
|
Do you call death to wake it up again
|
You're still crying when you lowered your gloomy guest's house
|
Spread your wings over your beautiful life
|
Remove it with one breath
|
Weapons, that's what you always hear
|
Your land will be covered with your blood
|
It is the path along which you will be followed
|
As far as darkness can stand
|
Redeem your seat, you are never free
|
Your children will be carried in your coffins
|
It rains the wrath of man on the neck of the gods
|
The stronger the right the stronger to kill
|
Defend your home, sacrifice your loved one for destruction
|
Burn the land behind you before you burn yourself
|
It rains the wrath of man on the neck of the gods
|
Red clouds obscure the sky
|
This is how it all ends, the heat of the earth is emptied
|
That's how it all ends, I see it now
|
The red sky is under siege by rats
|
A book of life written in blood
|
Out of the hands of the creator of the world of war
|
Carboned lid lowered to the ground
|
Words made unsaid
|
That's how it all ends, I see it now
|
This page is the last
|
This is how it all ends, empty and forgotten
|
And no one is coming back here
|
A Land Driven Into The Fire
|
The book of life written in blood
|
Lies in the hands of the lord of the world of war
|
This lasting winter could be the dying endure
|
Still calling the Wolves when wounded
|
The Sword does not heal the Forests' wounds
|
What is written is undone by blood
|
Hearken to the Echoes of Warcries
|
The opposing shore will not wait for the dawn
|
Clay from the earth, ash from the sky
|
Offerings of the burnt soil from flames
|
Waves from the sea, drops from the sky
|
To calm the spirits of fire
|
No one has looked at us from above
|
The Scourge has ripped through the clouds
|
Race of rats on the deck of the world
|
Grudge flames in the eyes of the prey
|
When the west casts a shadow on the east
|
Whilst a poisoned all desires Glory
|
Which was born of ice is now driven into fire
|
The firemakers all drowned in black
|
No man will say he's inside the coming
|
No man will say he fears
|
Splinter your axes against the rocks
|
Hang your heads and kneel
|
Shed your skin to reveal your flesh
|
Wallow in shame to sacrifice your kin
|
The will of man like iron unbent
|
Who was created Flawless may Hang his head
|
He fears, but will die fighting
|
In honor of the Gods he has never known
|
The victor must wait for his moment
|
To cast his words into the wind
|
Rarely the mountais do move
|
Even the strongest won’t shift them alone
|
Your flame is ablaze but once
|
Behold as it wanes to veil the earth in ash
|
Last sparkles die out in the depths of cold
|
Death itself you may invite to find and fan them
|
And so you shall weep, for the somber guest in your stay
|
Spreads its wings over your beautiful life
|
Blowing it out with one single breath
|
To arms, you shall always hearken
|
With your blood they veil the ground
|
It’s a path you will be following on
|
As long as the Darkness may reach
|
Claim your positions, you shall never be free
|
In your Coffins your children are carried
|
The Wrath of Man cast upon the Gods
|
Right through strength Kills the strong
|
Defend your home, offer your loved to the ruin
|
Burn the land left behind before Burning yourself
|
The Wrath of Man cast upon the Gods
|
Red clouds blur over the sky
|
This is how it ends, heat sweeps the earth
|
This is how it ends, I can see it now
|
Red sky to encircle the rats
|
The book of life written in blood
|
From the hands of the lord of the world of war
|
Lay down on earth with bindings charred
|
And with all words made unsaid
|
This is how it ends, I can see it now
|
This page will be the last
|
This is how it ends, to emptiness, to Oblivion
|
And none will ever return |