Forward – into battle Scream out – cry of hate Trial – of the warrior Like a wolf chosen my fate
Lusting – for the kill Quenching – my thirst for blood Power – burns in my eyes Mercenary without soul
I am the blakk krusader I have the right to kill Born on the anvil gallons of blood I spill
Wielding – axe and hammer Mortal – cannot touch Baptised – son of fire Blessed by the ancient gods
Questing – on this land Strike fear – where I go Hang ‘em – from the gallows Battlelust and killing spree
I am the blakk krusader I have the right to kill Born on the anvil gallons of blood I spill
the clash of steel forged in a brimstone pit hard leather gloves skulls hanging from my belt muscles pumping iron acid courses through my veins
scars and battlewounds on my body and my face gaping oozing holes always bite the pain fierce armoured barbarian of the dark force
deathblow – to the head thrusting – (through) another heart dodging – spears and arrows massacre before my eyes
Forward – into battle Scream out – cry of hate Trial – of the warrior Like a wolf chosen my fate
I am the blakk krusader I have the right to kill Born on the anvil gallons of blood I spill
By the hammer By the axe By the sword & steel I march Brimming with power Born as a Blakk KrusaderTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
