Gods of War Running Wild

[Вступление] Crimson skies and broken dreams, a world in flames, it seems. Whispers of the ancient fight, consuming us with endless night. Odin's eye, it watches cold, the stories yet untold. From icy realms, a prophecy, the ancient gods break free. GODS OF WAR RUNNING WILD! [Куплет 1] The asphalt veins bleed metal's thirst, in shadows where the darkness bursts. We forge our chains of fragile might, against the endless, starless night. The algorithms twist and lie, beneath a never-ending sky. While armies march to horns of dread, the living envy now the dead. Tyr's justice, lost to selfish gain, we sow the seeds of bitter pain. Loki's laughter echoes deep, as sanity begins to sleep. The human heart, a fragile shard, by endless conflict, battle-scarred. We fight for ghosts of faded pride, where honor has long since died. [Пред-припев] The wolves of chaos howl and roam, no peace within this burning home. Heimdall's horn, a chilling sound, as Ragnarök begins its round. [Припев] GODS OF WAR RUNNING WILD! Through a world by hatred styled! Steel will clash and banners fly, 'neath a blood-red, weeping sky! GODS OF WAR RUNNING WILD! [Куплет 2] From concrete fortresses we rise, with venom in our weary eyes. We build our towers, cold and tall, to mock the coming, final fall. The siren song of power's call, ensnares the mighty and the small. We trade our souls for fleeting reign, then drown in floods of primal pain. Freyja's tears fall on the slain, a mournful, sorrowful refrain. Thor's hammer, once a shield of light, now strikes in blind, destructive might. The earth itself begins to groan, a world with nowhere left to roam. We stand on edges, sharp and sheer, consumed by avarice and fear. [Пред-припев] The wolves of chaos howl and roam, no peace within this burning home. Heimdall's horn, a chilling sound, as Ragnarök begins its round. [Припев] GODS OF WAR RUNNING WILD! Through a world by hatred styled! Steel will clash and banners fly, 'neath a blood-red, weeping sky! GODS OF WAR RUNNING WILD! [Куплет 3] The ancient sagas, ripped and torn, of futures shattered, freshly born. We cling to pride, a brittle shield, upon this devastating field. The phantom of a golden age, now fades upon this battle-stage. The primal scream, it fills the air, a symphony of stark despair. Balder's beauty, lost and gone, as darkness dawns to break the dawn. The Fates themselves begin to weave, a tapestry of bitter grief. We chase the dragons in the haze, lost in these self-destructive days. Our legacy, a war-torn ground, where only echoes can be found. [Пред-припев] The wolves of chaos howl and roam, no peace within this burning home. Heimdall's horn, a chilling sound, as Ragnarök begins its round. [Припев] GODS OF WAR RUNNING WILD! Through a world by hatred styled! Steel will clash and banners fly, 'neath a blood-red, weeping sky! GODS OF WAR RUNNING WILD! [Переход] The gods they rage, they feast, they bleed! Their ancient hunger, a terrible creed! The Aesir's wrath, a vengeful flame, Whispering aloud forgotten names! [Заключительный припев] GODS OF WAR RUNNING WILD! Through a world by hatred styled! Steel will clash and banners fly, 'neath a blood-red, weeping sky! GODS OF WAR RUNNING WILD! GODS OF WAR RUNNING WILD! Through a world by hatred styled! Steel will clash and banners fly, 'neath a blood-red, weeping sky! GODS OF WAR RUNNING WILD! [Завершение] Ragnarök’s shadow, a haunting call, Gods of War, witnessing our fall! Running wild, the final hour, Beneath their ever-present power!