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