Mythology - Barbaric Warfare

We charge into battle
Thrusting forth our jagged wall of dismay
Pure force, total death
Genocide, nothing less
Make haste and kill them all
Sharpen your blades on the bones of the fallen
Tear the flesh and rip out their hearts
Crush their skulls so that none may survive

None may survive...

I have watched so many die
My thirst for blood is never satisfied
I provoke my enemies with fear
They shall meet their death by my spear

Hours pass, the war goes on
Surrounded by the sounds of death
Slicing steel and groans of agony
The pile of bodies grows larger and larger
Fatigue and battle wounds weed out the weak
As the men start to drop like flies
So much death phases us not
It pleases us to watch our foes suffer

Suffer!

I have watched so many die
My thirst for blood is never satisfied
I provoke my enemies with fear
They shall meet their death by my spear

We rise victorious
Covered in the blood of our enemies
Impale the prisoners, behead the rest
Defile the dead and piss on their remains
Rape the land and poison the wells
Leave nothing so that we can't be followed
After the slaughter we move forwards
As the setting sun glistens in the puddles of blood
Once again we are triumphant
Tomorrow we shall decimate again