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