Art of War

The winds of hell are blowing strong again

The bodies still are burning, turn to ashen death

Technology has made it easier

To sacrifice our brothers of the earth

We'll have to pay the piper if we are to survive

The grapes of wrath are dying on the vine

Heed the rising of the crimson tides

We've turned the art of war to genocide

No honor left no glory face to face

Unlike the time of ancients, of Odin and the fates

Inside our hearts we still believe the lore

The oath unto the hammer and the sword

Still hosted in Valhalla the brave behind the doors

Await the final call upon the horn

come the crimson tides to every shore

So teach your children well the art of war

The Northern lights are dancing cross the sky

Above the fields of honor where braver men have died

The Valkyries across Midgard still soar

To claim the souls of valor true to Thor

Like Branwynne and the Yeth hounds who fly from Shining Tor

If not for magik we are nevermore

So hearken to the wisdom of the Norns

So teach your children well the art of war