Dawning Tempest

Cohorts! -- Regather!Blood is running down my tiring handsFalling as pure red dew on the groundA pulse of drums fills the airDeath is all around meDea Tacita a grim companionFor roman gloryA deafening calmIs screaming "forward"And again we face the hordesPainted beasts - in boiling rageDeeply staring into the eyes of inevitable fateHell's unleashed in screams of agonyWhen first I raised the tempestI call on Mars to guide usNothing here, nothing elseTo save us from the stormSacrifice the world and itsProgress to salvationQuirites, sons of RomeRuins of mankind must be overthrownThis is the dawning tempestNow, I am becoming deathA destroyer of worlds andA lost soul on a path through ruinsCondemned to grow and cursed to followTen thousand men on my commandHordes of tribesmen wild and furiousPainted beasts -- rage amongst usColliding worlds so fierce and coldA feast of flesh in the eyes of a crowAnd again we face the hordesDeeply staring into the eyes of fateA taste of doom sealed with bloodSacrificing the world to hate