The cold air around him

People screaming in the streets

The smell of smoke around him

A river of blood at his feet

Stained metal in his hand

Children crying for their parents

Helpless animals running

His destruction is coming

"Кровь!" he bellows gleefully

Red in the sky, and all around

"Огонь! Кричит! Смерть!"

Dead bodies on the ground

He strikes down the pleading women

As they clutch their children to their breasts

No mercy to the men, either

As noble as they are for fighting

Еще один День Святого Валентина

Из России с любовью

Just another Valentine's Day

From Russia with love