shadows of the trees A moment to dance before death Still - Their makers dance In the cold breeze That gives to me the stench Of blood not yet cold
hammer shall not yet rest From the north I hear Hordes of young men How unaware they are of their people's Angel of death Their blood shall paint my
번역: Aeturnus. 혈액의 크림슨 마찬가지로 어떤 와인이 없어요.