Atanatos - Visions Of War, Part 3: Blood On My Swordblade lyrics

With ancient blood on my swordblade! With fearsome hound, which rage let feel [They] Rush over the ground, of battle, weapons in arm A war, of steel, a crashing sound, of colliding METAL!!! Dying men, fell to the ground Warred by blood, of wounds And, by the throats, of fighters sword An iron axe, smashed the hound, head. Hurting brave, by the spear, was gone A dreadful groan, of the dead! Breaking night, sky turns red Everywhere they go they stumble on the bones of the dead How many have fallen there, at the field of glory, the field of can The old men, who tells the story, about warriors, pride and glory Once he was, a mighty lord, in the battle with shield and sword Hope to die, learns to fly Up to the mighty gods hall With honour, a men should die By the sword into the battle fall This time, his gods are dead Who in the battle, at the ground God helped him, they will rise Born mighty and bring The ancient in this night!