كلمات Drawning Tempest

Cohorts! - Regather! Blood is running down my tiring hands Falling as pure red dew on the ground A pulse of drums fills the air Death is all around me Dea Tacita a grim companion For roman glory A deafening calm Is screaming "forward" And again we face the hordes Painted beasts - in boiling rage Deeply staring into the eyes of inevitable fate Hell's unleashed in screams of agony When first I raised the tempest I call on Mars to guide us Nothing here, nothing else To save us from the storm Sacrifice the world and its Progress to salvation Quirites, sons of Rome Ruins of mankind must be overthrown This is the dawning tempest Now, I am becoming death A destroyer of worlds and A lost soul on a path through ruins Condemned to grow and cursed to follow Ten thousand men on my command Hordes of tribesmen wild and furious Painted beasts - rage amongst us Colliding worlds so fierce and cold A feast of flesh in the eyes of a crow And again we face the hordes Deeply staring into the eyes of fate A taste of doom sealed with blood Sacrificing the world to hate