Текст песни Battle - Fyrce Muons

Was a red cloud day and the mist was fine
Kama Sutra man, come and taste my wine
And the stones bore blood and the trees bore stones
Follow men to death rolling in the thorns
Come and taste my wine
And the war was not so conducted well
And the Gods burst up with a mighty swell
For the beast of death with his tortured cry
Mourned to watch both his armies die
Come and taste my wine
And the war was not so conducted well
And the Gods burst up with a mighty swell
For the beast of death with his tortured cry
Mourned to watch both his armies die