Bloodred sky
Bloodred fields
The sun in it's last breath
Providing the shadows of the trees
A moment to dance before death
Still - their makers dance
In the cold breeze
That gives me the stench
Of blood not yet cold
And torn dead flesh
I raise my hammer of war
To call my vulture
Up high it flies from the fields
From it's kingdom it sees
The most wonderful sights
Dead men - wounded worms
The remains of a conquered land
My slaughters and victory
My hammer shall not yet rest
From the north I hear
Hordes of young men
How unaware they are of their people's
Angel of death
Their blood shall paint my armour
As I slay them all brutally
Down the hill they ride
I greet them with my war cry
As I slam my hammer into the ground
Come to me mortals
My wary hatred engraves
Fear in their faces as they see their death
I am war, I am death
My hammer crushes skulls and bones
Screams of fear
My sword thirst drowns in blood
Tears and begging for mercy
I laugh and kill
I am the god of war
I am Ares
Writer(s): Ronny B Hovland
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