Mine Molten Armor

Winds whip past the hull 
screaming through 
straight to your heart 
the scent of your weakness 
excites this metal 
I will meet you with war 
ignious links hiss 
as the winds arise 
searing fear into your heart 
the scent of your weakness 
ignites this metal 
charred remnants of 
foes past 
bitter taste of ash 
your whimpers feed the flame 
the scent of fear 
and searing flesh 
I will meet you with war.