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