There's No Wine Like the Blood's Crimson-Aeternus

There's No Wine Like the Blood's Crimson - Aeternus Bloodred sky Bloodred fields The sun in its last breath Providing the shadows of the trees A moment to dance before death Still - their makers dance In the cold breeze That gives to 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 its kingdom it sees the most wonderful sights dead men - wounded worms the remains of a conquered land my slaughtery and victory My hammer shall not yet rest From the north i hear Hordes of young men How unaware they are of their peoples Angel of death Their blood (hall 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 hatered 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 swords thirst drowns in blood Tears and begging for mercy I laugh and kill I am the god of war I am ares