Bloodshed

I'm alone on the mighty mountain

Facing the cold nord winds

Savagely blowing through my black hairs

And to my grim face

Standing before a tragic scene

Of a blood red battlefield

Flesh is cold, hearts are frozen

And I behold the vulture's cleaning dance

Grim visions in the Raveneyes

Announcement of funeral times

Tearing the flesh to lambs

And pieces for the deepest dark delight

Conquering again and again

For the mights blood & soil

Raising the swords with burning hate

To thrust aside the weaken souls

I have bloods an my hands

I have its taste in my mouth

I kill that's what i cave

I carved my throne in bones

I made my crown of hate

I filled my pools with blood

And fed my sword with impure flesh

I left burning ruins behind me so many times

As I ruined the lives of thousand men

Brums of war resounding in the valleys

Breaking the deathly hush for Bloodshed

I'm alone on the mighty mountain

Facing tempests & storms

As the deadly frost turns my skin so blue

Standing before the blood red grass

Of the greatest tragedy

Time seems to be frozen, frozen as their lives

Sad visions upon my shoulders

Bad omen to ad darkened doom

Scattered, rotten, arms and legs

Freezing on the (battle) ground

Ravensbanner floats in the sky

As an icon od the blackest knights

That's just another slaugther

And certainly not the last one