Whims Of Divine Hand

Arrogant rising unruly heads, they've left behind back site of fire,
Sprinkled tears and fresh blood, for endless search of new assault.

In furious clang of barbarous swords groans of pain and crying are losting it's sounds.
The smoke has absorbed the sky, covering crimson dawn.
Sacred altars became overflowed by offerings for ruthless gods of that bloodshed.
By fear of those who was trembled for the lives violent slaughter is filled.

Implicit faith is making to forget about mercy and submitting will to thirst of profit in glory to their gods.
That recognising only call of relentless steel in mighty hand, granting agonizing death.
It's always nearby till expecting fresh trophies under your blade. But it'll not disdain your head!

Without knowing fear, they rushed on the enemies hordes like the pack of wild beasts,
Ready to gnawing through naked throats by their teeth.
Fury has deprived of rest, blackening hearts, dimming eyes scarlet veil.
Turning-point hasn't kept itself waiting long. Discouraged by sudden repulse,
Warriors lost one after one, without declining the trust.

And only before death dissimilar voice has reverberated, that was revealed haughty jeer of selling gods.
That recognising only call of relentless steel in mighty hand, granting agonizing death.
It's always nearby till expecting fresh trophies under your blade. But it'll not disdain your head!