Luyện nghe bài hát There's No Wine Like the Bloods Crimson

sky
Bloodred
The sun in its last
Providing the shadows of the
A moment to dance before
Still - Their dance
In the cold
That to me the stench

Of not yet cold
And torn flesh

I raise my of war
To call my
Up high it flues from the
From its it sees
The wonderful sights
men - Wounded worms
The of a conquered land
My and victory

My shall not yet rest
From the north I
of young men
How unaware they are of peoples
Angel of
Their shall paint my armour
As I them all brutally

Down the they ride
I greet them with my
As I slam my hammer into the
to me mortals

My wary hatred
Fear in faces as they see their death
I am war, I am
My hammer skulls and bones
of fear
My swords thirst in blood
Tears and for mercy
I laugh and
I am the god of war
I am