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the slaughter was ended

hatred swallowed my mind

admire all that splendor

of the field where they died

their spirits ascended

like birds in the sky

i've been waiting eagerly

for revenge is being sought

the hate and envy is the poison they feed

to their call i must not resist

my sons and grandsons with pride i breed

in my blade my forefathers consist

torching the temples of your tiny god

we leave your land burnt black

cold eyed i gaze towards your shores

i send shivers down your spines

waves will be colored red

where my sworn enemy now stand

and then i'll draw the paint again

tearing apart your lungs till the end

for i stand victorious

as i step on the grey wolves stay dead

and i enjoy your children's hate

for that battle had never had an end

tears of me

remnants of past

what am i?

i'm oblivion to come

i'm only dust!