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A ritual of fear

Crude intimidation

Take a fallen warrior

Drain them of their fluids

When the battle looms

Drench your hair in blood

Your next victim

Will know what comes

Look them in the eye

Loose a booming roar

For when we come to war

Our braids will be just blood adorned

They have come to war

But tremble at our war

For when they come to war

They’ll just be reduced to gore

There the bodies lay

Slashed with cuts and sores

Worship death and war

Our tribute is of blood and gore

Look them in the eye

Loose a booming roar

For we when we come to war

Our braids will be just blood adorned

Warfare Worship

Crush their skulls

Lacerate

Steal their souls

Gushing pure hate

Hollow their skulls

Defecate

Burn their towers

Their wives defenestrate

I am fire

Demon fathers await at death, and judge harshly our actions

But we did not lose, but used, the blood of the last to destroy all enemy factions