Fires of War - Anabioz

There’s no beauty in bloody fight:

Cut, kill to stay alive!

Blood squelches under horse’s hoof,

Roar of an armour, shout of people.

My sword is covered with blood,

Who stands in my way — head’s out!

Faces of friends are distorted.

It’s the true — the true of war!

Enemies and friends are dying,

We can’t offer our grounds.

Eyes are full of black fury:

It’s the true — the true of war!

Wounds are streaming with blood,

Eyes are dimmed in red.

Ring of bow-string as a whistle of wind!

It’s the true — the true of war!

The sunset has faded in sky,

We have not receded on a step

The enemy has chocked in our blood,

It’s the true — the true of war!

Somebody lost their fathers or sons,

Somebody hasn’t left out from battle.

Who were searching for glory are dead.

It’s the true — black true of war!

But every warrior

Fighting for

Freedom of their

Their native land.

For that they ready

To die with faith

In their heart

With sword in hand!

The sun eclipsed by smoke

Of fires of war.

It gazing through veil

As bloody eye

I will fly like white

White bird

Flashing among

Crows black wings

So much pain

Was absorbed this

This ground

So much fallen

Around of me.

I’m searching for you

Among dead bodies

But it’s so dark

In my eyes from weeping…