bloodred sky
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bloodred fields
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the sun in its last breath
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providing the shadows of the trees
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a moment to dance before death
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still - their makers dance
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in the cold breeze
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that gives to me the stench
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of blood not yet cold
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and torn dead flesh
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i raise my hammer of war to call my vulture up high it flies from the fields from its kingdom it sees the most wonderful sights dead men - wounded worms the remains of a conquered land my slaughtery and victory
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my hammer shall not yet rest
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from the north i hear
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hordes of young men
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how unaware they are of their peoples
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angel of death
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their blood (hall paint my armour
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as i slay them all brutally
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down the hill they ride
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i greet them with my war cry
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as i slam my hammer into the ground
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come to me mortals
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my wary hatered engraves
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fear in their faces as they see their death
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i am war, i am death
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my hammer crushes skulls and bones
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screams of fear
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my swords thirst drowns in blood
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tears and begging for mercy
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i laugh and kill
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i am the god of war
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i am ares
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There's No Wine Like The Bloods Crimson
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| Aeternus |
