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

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