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 flues 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 shall paint my armour As I slay them all brutally Down the hill they ride I greet them with my warcry As I slam my hammer into the grown 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 swords thirst driwbs in blood Tears and begging for mercy I laugh and kill I am the god of war I am Ares