Blood Magic

Heads we take
Countless warriors
Endless enemies
Faces that look the same
The trophy hall stained red
Vortex of power
Piercing the sky
Might and dominion
Embracing our territory
Warning all who come against us
Heads taken from worthy opponents
Souls of warriors bound to our will
Such is the price to make war on us
Your head is ours
The moment you ride forth
Taste of blood
Battle Frenzy roused
The trophy hall stained red