2019.04.21.
In the sea of blood
When blood floods your eyes,when death dances next to you,
you laugh in her face with scorn.
The day to die hasn't come yet.
In the sea of blood and the hurricane of fire,
the lament of dying choirs
is drifting over the field of death.
The wings of war have covered the earth.
Hit in the place where the enemy doesn't expect it.
Drown his hopes in a hole of bloody tears.
Poisoned arrows will pierce steel armours.
Bloody red sun has hidden.
Ghosts born from our hate
are blowing at the fire and ashes.
They're dancing over the battlefield
and their fear is frightening and freezing the hearts.
I lift the sword up from the red mud.
I clench my fists and suppress my pain.
Fire and smoke are lashing my face.
Spouts of my tears and sweat are flowing.
Mad horses trample the field.
Cracky swords wound their hooves.
On the battlefield, ghosts gather.
Bloodshed attracts them.
My sword is still sharp,
it cuts the spider webs of darkness.
In the sea of blood, I immerge my hand.
Red rain will fall down soon.
On the battlefield, in the sea of blood,
the dying moan the hymn of death.
Fire won't consume their bodies.
Eternal coldness will cover them with ice.
Gods of death and destruction
reap bloody harvest.
Their red standards
burn with war fire.
My hands are wounded.
My face is bloodstained.
Mud makes my movements slower.
I'm blindly looking for the way out.
Hostile hordes are still coming closer.
In the clouds of red dust,
they're dragging war machines.
They'll soon feed us with the living fire.