Aeternus
Miscellaneous
There's No Wine Like The Bloods Crimson
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