Processional For The Hellfire Chariot - Martriden

Pacing destruction shaft by shaft

His chariots' careening

Drawn with a brace of bloody mares

Ancient violence longs to breed

The demon comes to take her toll

Consigned their lots to the urn of blood

They pitched on death for men

The storms of ruin live

To burn the cancer at the root

Screaming angels descend

Processional for the hellfire chariot

Covered in bronze is this god

Vultures encircle the field

The trumpet sounds

Heralding with ominous tones

Men poised on either side

Pawns thrown into the massacre

None shall survive

His chariot surges forth

Leaving chaos in its wake

The tangled bodies of young men

Strewn about in mounds

The fields saturated in chaos

And panic drowns the mind

The ground reddens with crimson streams

Of a thousand murdered

Carnage inexorably ensues

The war god revels in his artistry

Laughing as spears lance forth

Piercing through armor and flesh

They all bleed

They all die