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