We took Iron nickle and copper from the ground.
Forged with heat and force, made for violence.
Ground with stone to an edge, the mobile blade.
For both the living and the dead dismemberment is the way.

The constant pressure
Of endless penetration
Cutting deeper
Causing grievous mutilation.
To the sword.

The dead rise from the corruption in the pit.
We greet them all with steel and hack them to bits.
The putrid pile of parts still tries to move in vain.
The Deadites feel no pain they shall live again!

The constant pressure
Of endless penetration
Cutting deeper
Causing grievous mutilation.
To the sword.

send them back to hell!

The Kandarian demons are called from the book of the dead.
They posses the feeble minded and swallow the souls of the damned.
Abandoned by the Gods human flesh is their bread.
Join Us!! The cry as we cut off their heads.
Off with their heads

The constant pressure
Of endless penetration
Cutting deeper
Causing grievous mutilation.
To the sword.

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