Spoils of War

I am the world devourer, Human life my toy
Nations fall beneath my ax
The weak are thus destroyed
I am hailed as Conqueror
and feared as grim demise
Souls are crushed beneath my booted heel
Beheld by devil's eyes
These many eons brought to pass 
Upon victims my war crime 
My people's history is bloody verse 
within the song of time
Withdraw thy beloved comrades
That they may so be spared 
Or suffer the smite of my legions wrath
I'll waste no quarter and indeed no care
Stack the bones of those that we have conquered
Count the spoils and let the feast begin
Warriors have fallen, battle cries still calling
The land is fat  We will return again